I.
She perched upon the table in her underwear.
Arms, legs, and bug bites bared,
she noticed her lips attached to her teeth.

Thoughts of ants and owls and
in five years this precipice and confusion will be another
something sorted out for better or for worse.

II.
Antsy feet and fingers
and images of a war no soldiers have seen.

III.
From the table she
extends her wingspan and
For a moment knows flight, feathers and
hollow bones.

Lips torn from teeth,
Ant finds he had no strength at all
bones find marrow, feathers plucked and flight
turns out to be the sixth impossible thought before breakfast.

IV.
The war whirls on.
Tiny toes cast no shadows.