dont worry, it's me

our immeasurable potential is a flock
of fat blackbirds, frowning a telephone wire
with the weight of caked feathers, second-hand silk
as a hundred thousand voices stream through
thick wound cable, sagging, patient
voices saying i am sick
i love you so much, i am vulnerable
perhaps tomorrow buenos dias
look for me i will be there,
sedated hums and toe tickles as
the current hurries through the body of dark veins,
threatening to ground itself with the weight
of each new bird, until the first tail feathers touch
down, sending out the detonated migration
like a flung pack of cards, spades like rain
hearts in a low flying cloud