Level with Birdsong by Rachel J. Bennett for Joseph Weizenbaum You crest the hill, light a carnelian fire to let the valley know you miss it, even though its stars were farther away and the night very cold. Above, an invisible bird makes the sound of a ringtone with its lungs and throat, suggesting you are not where you thought you would be, setting out. It’s been days since you spoke to anyone, but days exist less when you’re not speaking. Like air, you expand to fill any space and experience lost as the impulse to press something, anything into wet mud. With rocks, you construct a cell Gyroscope Review 32 !