Wednesday, 10 October 2012


All of the birds flew out of me
When he
said that, & what it meant
out, out, out
they went
screaming like crows
just before the sun goes
down. All the birds inside me broke
(when he spoke)
out of my mind and eyes and ears.
My proclivities
became pterodactyl crows
wheeling around the tiny room;
a vacuum
I was. I was, yes, ‘his’, but free
because he had no need of me. 

Jessica Geddes
New Zealand