Thinking of Being a Bird Another diagnosis oozes into town trailing protocol Judy is thinking of being a bird her bright eye, her unvoiced laugh At the farmer’s market with her whiteboard “You lost your voice?” Mountain lion she writes, they gasp, she grins. Round three, it’s difficult to eat now she asks what we would do her foot is still a human foot her body carved like soapstone patched and grafted skin and words the minutes burn inside her each one dear as kin suppose each thing contains its opposite maybe an auk diving Edith Friedman Edith Friedman‘s work has appeared in Sisyphus Literary Magazine and Zingara Poetry Review. She shelters in place with her husband and two sons, and studies writing at Saint Mary's College of California.
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