Imitation of “A Language of Hemophilia”
The hummingbird’s heart beats at 250 breaths per minute
and I am her hollowed wings.
Her blue-throated glory cries for justice as
blood sits clotted
on a limb like
‘The highest metabolism
of any homeothermic animal’
swings to the left and falls into the palms of a three-year old child.
way back when
We are all celestial beings and the hummingbird is an angel sent to scurry. She dies into a cosmic karma we call car door.
She is a workaholic ‘phenomena that originates outside the
atmosphere of Earth’
and then into zero gravity she zooms toward an oblivion full of black tar night.
Blood sits clotted on a limb like a lollipop and
she and I