Like my anxious mother’s clutch, tightly my eyes are closed.

My consciousness has a brief moment of pure morbid blackness,

But then evergreen shines through–

I look out to the green green sea of the Amazon–

my lungs breath in the oxidating dew–

and my fresh wings twitch,

but none of this compares to you. 

And then a brave brown bird flies onto my shoulder.

“What big round eyes you have,”

I say while dodging pecks.

I mean– or– what I’m trying to say is…

my chest makes a peculiar beat;

HOOT HOOT