White Space

building a spaceship
†††††to take me to a moon
made out of makkolli*
††††††††a dead sparrow falls
through the window i
††††left open overnight
††in case it snowed …

†††the sparrow’s white
beak & feathers are
††††††††††frozen (made of snow
†††i hold in my hands
††as if it might melt
& outside even the
†††††††††moon’s falling down

like snow or a bird
†††††††in the darkest days
(when the spaceships
†††††††††††first landed here
i used to trap birds
†††††sell them for spare
†††††††††††parts & makkolli

now i can’t remember
††why birds fly or fall
& i’m stuck down here
†††††††in a metal workshop
trying to make another
††††spaceship to fly us &
the frozen birds home

*trans: fermented rice wine.

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