Robin

i met a girl a couple of days ago. she floated bent and stretched like a frail apparition. she introduced herself as a wounded bird that describes her demeanor best. her bones: small, delicate, breakable. her skin: pallid, paper thin and loose as if half solidified jell-o. her eyes: large, liquid pools of icy blue, these spotted eggs have a shallow depth. i lay her on her back and place my hand under her protruding wing-like shoulderblade and pulled her arm out, stroking her noodle-thin wrists. her neck is arched back and i can hear her breathing deep. she is sweet and tiny and she sticks out her chest like a proud fowl and her name echoes in my head,

robin