← v13n1, Spring 2014
Poetry · Volume 13, Number 1

Cassowary

after you kissed a slurry of words into my needling mouth

I stumbled into a swatch of flightless crows,

scissored my way through a field of flightless crows

after you sanded & papered my heart, decided to petrify,

begin anew with a pin from the spine of a weathered house

a cassowary parted the air with two black razors

pinned to a funeral barge on the black river,

stumbled into a field of flightless crows