Songbird

I SIGH. tender and precious and painful.

"What's not real?"

"Everything I wish would be."

I like your cobwebs and commas and textbook vocabulary, and how you think you're ABOVE me

In some sort of emotional depth hierarchy.

I gasp, I grasp the universe, I say:

I care 

What goes on in your head. I wonder. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder

If a songbird lives in there.