I see you floating in a bottle of vodka. I hear you howling
as I run through the woods. When I take a shit, you reach
from the sewage to fondle me. You are everywhere, and you
fill all spaces. But one.

MY HEART: Four rooms, one for each season. In its Summer,
you are gone, evaporated by the sun. In Spring, the living
things devour you. In Fall, everything dies, so should you
be any different? In Winter, there is nothing but me. Where
have you gone?

MY SPINE: You claw your way to my brain, and find the nest I
have prepared for you. You lay a silver egg, but it never
hatches. I curve in my sleep, and scare you away. Through a
flurry of feathers, I see your shiny object.

MY MIND: I can't think through the feathers. Every time you
flap, I sneeze.