my Mother and i used to go on walks together.
Our hands swinging, She’d point to the
Singing birds and whisper their names
in the safe shell of my ear. Bluebirds,
matching the sky. Now my hands
twist and tie themselves into
knots. i tell my feet to make
no noise as i drift into school
my heart is a hummingbird’s
wing and my mind is held
captive by Ravens and Crows.
Gingerly i sit in a chair in the
back of the room.
i pray. But the birds in
heaven don’t hear
or don’t care
and when the