She is a wood warbler hatched into madness. She emerged from milky shell earthen brown blotches not Rorschach not robin but warbler. Open-mouthed swallow of hard- chipped notes, calls smothered inside her smoke-gray chamber of throat. Dis/appearing between branches muted yellow-green tail feathers and body dainty clawed toes white lines half-circle her eyes sense but can't see at the center of night movements misfire misreads the body responds on its own. Copyright © 2019 by Heather Cahoon. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on November 5, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets. |
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