speak like a bird so I’ll know it’s you

may 28, 2022 – may 27, 2023

For a year, I held a birdsong in my hand and played telephone with its echo. These messages are not translations of that song, only spittle like ocean spray, committed to a rhythm and its ragged, yet wholehearted remnants. They were spoken, eavesdropped, dreamt, and stolen. If I ran away with your words, I thank you. With special thanks to the Bird, to MIDABI at Salton Sea, to GY!BE and AHML