Just a Little Crazy

I am a bird without wings.
Who are you? asked the mirror.
The sun. The sun. The cancer.
I lost. My heart is cracking.
Wrinkles are not my thing, ever.
Blessed be the cats who cry.
Swaying wind in the palm trees.
Always a fiery protest-war girl.
So quiet under the afternoon tree.
Why are all the children crying?
Hold me, she whispered. He winced.
Without my dog, I am alone.
In the mountains I am free.
Thrashing waves are coming for me.
No. No. No. No. No. Maybe.
The vulture lands amid the cats.
What do you want to know?
Shhhh. He’s here. Shhhh. Lay down.