Poem: “Sparrow In Memory” (2020)

Your sparrow in memory dives to snap up a gleaming fly. Can you not face it? Your sparrow is dead: undone in dirt by crawly things, sipped up by a twisted root. You do not smell the rot in your heart: you never had shovels for hands.

Published as lyrics for Matthew S. Rosin’s Singing Is Contagious EP, 2020.