I Watch My Nephew Grow on Instagram

He begins like we all do
pillows of subcutaneous fat—
those full cheeks are
the bowing sides
of a chicken’s egg

They grow up so fast,
fast as my thumb flicks up—
the photos sent skyward—
each of my nephews taking flight!
as his lips
earlobes, knees and teeth
toes thumbs
dissolve

Now a bird, I wonder
does he
still have a tongue?
I never did know enough about birds
or nephews

 

Adam Gnuse is an MFA fiction candidate at UNC Wilmington and a native of New Orleans. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in New South, Guernica, The Los Angeles Review, The Wisconsin Review, and other magazines.