By Ashley Simon

—the bird, notice it there, on the front left pocket of her pink plaid pajamas:
soiled from the stream that leaks from her right eye:
fluttering fatigue.
Stiffen. Eat a bite of chicken
roll it around on your tongue while her breast constricts
while her lips jerk pull thin
while her chest maintains a sharp inhale, inhale
her hell.
And if pain is a kind of hell
heaven must be
your mouth.