Hangover Birds
by Madi Dill
Hear the sunlight. Remember to forget what you did.
The birds are too loud. Take pity on me, birds.
Hear the birds. Open your eyes. It hurts.
Close your eyes. Damn fucking birds.
Feel your body. Everything hurts. Don’t feel your body.
Look at the stillness beside you. Let her take away the birds.
When did birds get so loud? When did you forget you’re only a kid?
A kid doesn’t burn what it loves. Please comfort me, birds.
Mourning doves. Greater flamingos. Lesser flamingos.
Alfred Hitchcock’s 1963 Oscar-nominated film, “The Birds”.
Stand in the room you thought was home. Fight to stay.
Fight to leave the mess you made. Don’t forget the birds.
Find your keys. You want to fly home. You want her. Find her.
Your keys. Don’t look into her eyes, she’ll know—birds.
She can see you, Madison. But she doesn’t want to.
Please forget. But not me. Leave. She doesn’t hear the birds.