Ravens have always been misunderstood birds.
Like women who gracefully carry water home,
day after day,
never underestimate that kind of power.
Taste is very influential to the mouth.
Sometimes I love so much
I feel I will burst into blossom.
A single bird feather has a thousand
stories inside it.
Let’s think about that.
If you are a bird, what do your feathers say?
Can you imagine how water tasted
before plumbing?
I dreamt of you again last night,
and your hands turned into ravens.
There were feathers everywhere
and the journey home
was in the deep pools
of your eyes.
Drinking from that well,
I could happily drown.
