by Holly Day
The bird hides inside, tucked inside my ribcage
the feathers hide my heart. You can smell its desperation on me
even through the cigarette smoke and birthday cologne
huddles dark and black and wet.
The bird is in here, barely visible
damp, white feathers pressed into a tight, red space
flailing in the sick hot summer
midnight heat. We have all become
other women over time, there is no need
Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in The Cape Rock, New Ohio Review, and Gargoyle. Her nonfiction publications include Music Theory for Dummies, Music Composition for Dummies, Guitar All-in-One for Dummies, Piano and Keyboard All-in-One for Dummies, Walking Twin Cities, Nordeast Minneapolis: A History, and Stillwater, Minnesota: A History. Her newest poetry collections, A Perfect Day for Semaphore (Finishing Line Press), I’m in a Place Where Reason Went Missing (Main Street Rag Publishing Co.), and Where We Went Wrong (Clare Songbirds Publishing) will be out mid-2018, with The Yellow Dot of a Daisy already out on Alien Buddha Press.