I realized I was selfish so I gave my heart away
then realized I’d been stupid and I tried to take it back
then found out I was greedy and I gave it up again
but the one who should have had it never touched the flying thing.
So I got lonely, carved a parrot
from a single block of oak.
And it looked real (I’ve got to say, I’m good
with wood) but when I pulled its tail
it didn’t say a thing.
I threw it to a campfire and went out into winter
empty-handed and bare-shouldered and burning
up with desperation. I think I left some footprints in the snow.