Initial Water

a sparrow attaches
to the screen in the bathroom
raiding a tomb of old flies

the sound of existence
in the crack of a thorax
and a pair of middle-aged teeth
clenching

and I
wearing nothing
in the whatnot of 20
yelp into the whiteness
expressing unforeseen anger
at the scourge of initial water

Oh my God,
am I really this young?