Sometimes it’s like pushing a wheelchair
of bones through the high-tide sand.
Like giving birth to an ostrich,
an ostrich with antlers that glows.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
Spaces – Jenny Johnson
I do not know how
she felt, but I keep
thinking of her—
screaming out to an empty street.
hazuzeM – Landon Godfrey
A woman hangs a cage in a doorway. No bird. The woman sings. In the distance