Bird

Fotografia Olho de Gato

The secret is

not to be afraid, to

pour the salt, letting your wrist

be free—there is almost

never too much; it sits on top of the skin like a

little crystal casket. Under, the bird might

imagine another life, one in which it is grateful

for pleasing, can smell

itself cooking—the taste

of carrots, onions, potatoes stewed

in its own juice—and forget

the dreams of blood

coursing out of its throat like a river.

Toi Derricotte