dear wigleaf,

do you remember that time we were walking, and a leaf from a tree came floating down and landed in your palm? you said, all my life I've been trying to catch one of these. but this one had come right up to you, fallen right in, belly-side up.

what I mean to say—the reason I'm writing—is to tell you this: today a bird landed in the space beside me, gave me a good hard look, and hopped into my hand. he was weightless, but I can still feel him in there. his little feet, his hollow bones, his heartbeat.