A journal of narrative writing.
Girl and Bird

The girl takes her walks upside down so the feathers fall out from behind her knees slits like little blinking button-holes cut from a twist of grass That the girl is less than human when she enters my dreams in three-four time that she stands in the snow with wings but the wings are a bird's broken hard grey and no blood clean snow no footprints nothing It's the words to a song the boy with a coin in his pocket and the girl with God's hand in hers her tears belonged to Him God the bird— God her dreams—