The screen door slams me out into the see-your-breath morning, and I leap off the steps.
I run the teeth through a spruce. It spits wood in my face that bounces off the goggles.
The teeth come red through the top of my shoe, and red flies out into the wood chips and needles.
I hold out my palm, where four birds aren’t.
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