Corazon De Cucu — Jack Y Su

Not from the clock. From inside him. From the empty space where the clock had been.

“You have to go,” Jack whispered.

Every morning at seven, a tiny wooden bird popped out of a little door in his sternum, chirped “Cuckoo! Cuckoo!” twice, and retreated. It was charming at first. His mother sewed a special glass window into all his sweaters so people could see the little pendulum swinging. jack y su corazon de cucu