Where Secrets Are Placed
I am the girl who found the bones in the snow next to the blue, cracked pieces of shell. I am the girl who cupped those bones in red mittens next to the nest at the base of the pine. Bones fragile as thought. Bones clean, as quiet as the snow they laid on. You can place your secrets into the hollow spaces (honeycomb caves) of a fetal bird's tibia. Then your secrets live inside the death of flight.
December 29th, 2015