Click here to read the next poem.   Collection of Poems by Eden Trenor     OUR COMMON BIRDS IV   The eyes of the day are placed at the sides of its head.   The voices of the day are harsh discordant screams.   The bones of the day are splintering certainties.   The eggs of the day fall in chicken shit and sunbeams.   The hearts of the day are pulsing battlegrounds.   The anus of the day is a holy exit wound.   The offspring of the day are airborne futures.       Clean dreams   It’s bra-free Sunday, and time to avoid vacuuming the dead worms in the carpet.   Just keep your fingers out of the corners, ignore the spiders in the sink, recall the socioeconomic implications of maids and rejoice in your definition of clean.   Best not to dwell on the water around the window frames and the brown color that the pipes give it; dry up the cat puke casually and celebrate your youth.     © Copyright, Eden Trenor   Click here to read Eden Trenor’s Brief Bio. Click here to read the next poem.