from "The Bullet and the Bird"

by Jennifer Calkins

Introduction

To be comfortable
To be comfortable.
To want more and more.
To know nothing but an empty glass.
To know shades of truth.

To inhabit your mausoleum.

To draw your image in a windstorm.

To use your ashes
and paint my face.

I’ve got a Tomahawk in my side but that dont hurt me much
Wonder stings me more than the Bee
I am in danger—Sir—You think me ‘uncontrolled’