Damn Birds

by Anna Ruiz

Damn birds,
damned lusty birds,
it’s Springtime,
and I’ve been waiting
all winter long for... what?

I admit it,
I’ve misplaced
my sense of irony this early
in the morning,

God, and her one-woman show
never can get that
“Is That All There Is?”
song right,

and every bird-brain knows the tune
but me,
I’ve been too busy molting,
learning how to fly with borrowed time,
that juicy worm
still in the apple,

the Eve of me,
pretending to be a serpent
from hell,
I make small chirping sounds.