| We went to watch the hawks glow their side of the enclosure eyes wet from looking, afterwards in the museum park I watched Lou rub the lit cigarette into her arm sun spilling over her face, knowing she was blind to me sometimes you can look and look the trees the trees the black and gold glassed-in air, museum of monkey figurines and butterflies gallery of important and iridescent rocks the Jurassic spider the mastodon marginalized birds of New York City, taxidermied dove, sparrow & starling not lifting a hand to stop her eyelashes winging open as she looked at the scar the eye of the hawk turning Copyright © 2016 J. Mae Barizo. Used with permission of the author. |
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