sugar glass

we talked through tin cans for years.
your house, on the other side of broken. 
my nest, in the see-through trees. from the sky
feathers fell & melted on our tongues. sweet 
& dangerous. rocking horse rocked on & on. nothing 
could quiet my need to devour your family's crystal goblets.
i watched as your father hunted & killed rabbits
for their sugar. slitting a throat. white fur.
hunger will bring anyone to the statue forest. 
you promised to deliver me a bowl of cream &
never came. so, i ate what i could. buttons 
& door knobs. found our talking can full of shards. 

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