New diode! ("Love Can Be a Chokecherry")

"She knows another nightmare is coming
when the bird sounds turn into dark moans.
Mounds of wings torn, ripped, pitched
until she wonders when did wings even exist?
None of this is real, so why give birth to more?
Somebody will sea the shells, but not the birds
tiny fetuses stuck on concrete, dripping beaks,
ants crawling in and out of the cracked necks."

from Juliet Cook's, "Love Can Be a Chokecherry", now up at diode

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