Last updated on November 8th, 2018 at 08:02 am
It is before dawn that we tell each
other our stories. In this way we relive
our atrocities, mine
at the hands of my father, and yours
I leave for you to speak.
You became a bird, you said,
learned the meaning of submission, not
as surrender, but as an intentional
psychic leave-taking. You were not
a bird. You were nothing less
than sky itself.