Tuesday, December 3, 2013
angel for brick birds
and a healer for the crack-toothed cats who catch them.
i'm a tall-shelf girl with the boardinghouse reach,
fetching orphans each a blanket and an anthem.
i stitch long blue feathers for my brick birds' backs,
and dog star tails when they fan them.
my oven bakes the bricks til they're light as morning mist,
then the ashes circle sun and moon in tandem.
i'm a weekday angel
whistling for the wrong,
the bruised, the broken,
the disowned in the dawn;
i mix a sweet healing balm,
turn the jar into a song,
roll it out into the street
and then i'm gone.
written for Magpie Tales #196, and dedicated to Kelli and Joy, who both like it when I rhyme.