Warble

pluck me a moth outta heaven
and kick up everything on your descent.

cut through the lake
with the marble of your mouth.

i wanna see you in the morning
siphoning cold silver from a stream.

i saw you make something utterly crushable.
and it was cleaner than anything else.

i found the heavy little
gumwad of your baby
laying flat on my doorstep
opal pink wrinkly and slight
the day the city turned orange.

i wish you would
flourish into my window with need
and cover me in your coiled song.

and when you come out of your cavity house
to probe the soil for brunch,

please
will you show me
how you rip the worm from the earth
and spit the light back into your blood.

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Fia Garry is an interdisciplinary artist from Morris, NY making work focusing on relationships between death, queerness, gender, nature, and material culture.