Popcorn

robin,

oh robin,

do you hear the window scream

each time your sunshine-tipped beak

tries to kill its silvery panes?

robin,

oh robin,

do you see the tiny cracks spiderwebbing, 

for my girlfriend who gets me roses,

but not just any plain old red ones,

but flowers in my favorite color,

and she knows that I love them. 

for my girlfriend who gets me presents,

stop.

stop running.

stop worrying.

stop everything.

drop. 

drop to the ground.

drop your possessions.

drop everything.

roll.

roll anyway from the fire.

roll away from your fears.