His beaded pupil dawns to trace, gently nestling on my face,
Plucks his velvet plumage and places a feather kindly at my feet. …

and we could argue
about the shades of blue and count the hues …

One hundred and six.
The hungriest bully is the scale in the bathroom…

she held the soft air to her face and drank in the dawn,
whispered that she dropped her happiness somewhere …