Lies to Birds

I lie to birds

I tell them perfection

is dust and 

dust

must remain

Immobile. still,

they don’t understand.

I carryon

lying perfect

body hollowed

dust fills the space between

my lips

I lie 

silent

wings pinned

I lie 

I lie,

I lie

Perfect.

Vapid.

Heavy,

I lie 

Planted.

still,

undisturbed

beneath air—

I lie 

beneath grass.

I lie

beneath dirt.

I lie

like fractured glass,

I lie