I felt the moon in me
cut like a tooth

the owl in clinical
trials will survive

the summer
the vanishing skin

the tongue continues to roll
a murmuration of paper and fur

the conductor of bleeding
will make you an altar

bring your unstrung nightbirds
your bottle of drown

here is my breath
I smear it on my shrieking

it is the only natural predator
of lips and planets

Nick Narbutas is an MFA candidate and Creative Writing Teaching Fellow at Columbia University. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Gulf Coast, [PANK] Magazine Online, ILK, The Pinch, The Massachusetts Review, and elsewhere.