Delphi wrings out the old year
like a goose to be plucked
and potted for supper.
She rings in the new year
with jingle bells strapped
to her ankles as she dances.
Delphi sets aside the tarot
and picks up a kazoo
so to join the merry band.
She toots and hums
and sings and accepts
the cascade of confetti.
Delphi makes no resolutions
but relies on the fact
that she knows what she knows.
I am more fragile than you realize—
made of hollow bones, feather brained.
Brave words do not mask the smoke
or mirror I live by.
Your gusty laugh only reveals
your image in my silvered glass.
The thrown dung of nightmares
obscures the code words we utilize
in place of love.
I find a discarded jay's blue feather,
declare it my prayer for joyous flight.
You seek a stance that mutes
your stone voice thrown
that brings me back to earth.
I declare you the serpent curled
in the tight of my nervous belly.
You declare me the bird who failed to see
his winged image in the window glass.