And even the crows love each other, or most of them, as they prick and preen
and bully: funny birds, more prone to cartoonish characterizations than truths: a

crow on a tortoise’s back, two crows sitting with a capybara. A crow piloting a
space vessel. A crow in silent agony. Looking in still waters. That silver mirror,

a slice, akin to the toenail of a moon. If even birds could go to space, what
with their caring and intellect— then we were nothing—and all of this was nothing—

if even a bird can accomplish what we did, before Christ, the image of cool
Narcissus contemplating a world he cannot reach. Some say that if

the reflection was real it was another realm and if we move, the other thing
dies. Calvin and Hobbes. Another cartoon truth.

by Yuna Kang

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