This is what we build when supplies are scarce,
a baby bird dependent on cats,
a scarf without a head,
a beggar begging refuge sleeping with hand grenades.
In the castle there is a series of locked doors,
each with a particular prize;
I learned how to get what I want by slipping through cracks.
I juggle hot stones without shedding a tear,
leap from mountains without forgetting where I live,
forget sometimes I can fly,
crawl backward through the forest like an apology with