Three, four, no, five–five?–yes, five hummingbirds perch among the red berries of the hawthorn
branches, as the bloody heart of this ravaged world beats on, beats on, beats on.
Erin Schallmoser (she/her) lives in the Pacific Northwest and loves moss, slugs, and the moon. Her work can be found in Hobart, Rejection Letters, Maudlin House, Moonpark Review, Sledgehammer and elsewhere. She is the founder and editor-in-chief of Gastropoda, and is on Twitter @dialogofadream. You can read more at erinschallmoser.com/.