February 5, 2016Bird
For survivors of abuse & trafficking residing at the Breaking Free safe house in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Rock Wren, Godwit, Bobolink?
What are we looking at?
What’s beaked & broken
free from
a classic, iron
bell cage? With a blown out hole
opposite a latched door? No
thickened keratin could peck that well. No
claw-turned-fist
busted up that joint.
Inside, she was
key, she was cheep, she was: a flipped
bad finger. Now—this bird wings
as every bird
stepping out
of “the life.” With no credit,
no reference, & a little self-
love. What are we looking at?
A second wind. The flight
inside the creature
that is the holy, eternal
verb. Is:
who bent the metal. Is: the mother
of a lighter
bone. The kind
that Terror
cannot allow.
from #50 - Winter 2015