Poetry: The Language of Birds by donnarkevic

Photo by Deleece Cook

To call her “with egg”
in this bedroom cage
would provoke a slap
across the face
she kissed a moment
ago, after she announced
her plan to get an abortion
aborted itself
and her mind changed
like a bird flying
from one branch
to another
without seeming reason,
and she must have translated
my head and eye movement,
like that of a shrike
about to impale its catch
on a barbed wire fence,
meaning I would leave
her soon
as the cage door opened
wide enough for flight.

donnarkevic is from Buckhannon, WV, and has an MFA from National University. Recent work appears/will appear in Street Cake, Neologism Poetry Journal, and Solum Literary Press.

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