...is a poem from Nanette Rayman-Rivera's new collection, shana linda ~ pretty pretty, proudly brought to you by Scattered Light Publications, my new micro press. And the first review is in! http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/65074480
why I am now a bird
Something rudimentary’s across the river, nothing
I figured before I was married and frightened of blood and sky pull—
Birds don’t fear the last flurry of leaves, the finery of dying.
In their cou-ca-lous and caws, they lay like a sympathy
against the sky, reveling in how beautifully
they can imagine they don’t feel
what they’re feeling, awed
by the partition, how they drift toward the fascia
like the moon cajoling a woman toward the coast.
I no longer feel the sky hovering over me, know
the deeps of clouds bring them where they belong.
Morning I watch myself in guts and morass
and grapple with myself—feathered, opened in
my four-chambered heart, enough
and more to be always a bird
without complaint in a thick and a secrecy
that won’t let slip.
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