an autopsy on a blue jay

where will this wilderness end

when it was only yesterday

that I cleaned

and went to the bar

with friends because I had

a productive day of doing things

which is positive compared to the alternative

and met this girl

who was a friend of lipstick and looks

and me

for I took her home

and I apologized for the mess

though she said nothing

while

streaking across the floor

and bedspread

stuffing the place with squeals

and squawks

that make me think it’s morning

in spring

though there is little bounce

and less growth than expected

because I don’t last long

and she leaves before night ends

and I feel as though

I had never lived here

for I have left with her

to the place

where she wanted more

and found it empty and scrubbed

like a mortuary

before making a killing