shift no on off shoulder sans by rub to

oh bird i'm around too

base you in your bush

of twigs with a tweet



and i'm at my front door

just beyond the jamb

for awareness still

of the world i can hardly breathe in

but jamming with you

who could barely find a plant

for eggshell to be strong as a canopy to peek through

and that's when i knew i was weak as well



while my song becomes mercury chain link fence

rusting cloth into mask

field of extra shy

or nesting trimester threat



yet my slumber was perched on a ripe banana

as my dreams sunrise

however just as you can be confused with a cricket

i don't know my insides when feeling tuning ie lullaby or look after