Who Told You You Were Naked?

White throated
sparrow. You
wait little
girl. Pressing
your evil-
spots up
the nape
of your
neck. Our (dis)
harmony. Could

I be
alone with
you, each
of us
aware only
of ourselves
and our
surroundings? How
would we
be together?

It scares
me to
think of
being so
naked with
someone. Thank
God we
have birding
and poetry
for cover!