← v13n1, Spring 2014Poetry · 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
