Read or Listen
I Am The Woman*
who tore the bird
away from the cat
swaddled it lightly
in terricloth
walked up & down
the street with it
not knowing
what to do next
but then felt it move
shift in my hand
shuffle & flutter
I am the woman
who opened a bundle
& saw a bird rise
*This poem appeared in my graduate thesis, 1988
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