Muh-muh gave me a tiny song bird
she took right from a strange mouth.
She was blue, bright, bright blue, but wilted.
When she turned bloody brown and big
like a pig and split open
I took her liver with my beak.
It seemed too little, about the size of mine.

I texted my boss I couldn’t come in
(this was part of the dream)
then I barfed into Night.
(this wasn’t).