nothing bad


by Sharon Coleman

 

all year a crow’s lain dead on the roof

and nothing bad has happened. late

september, crows circled above and threw

out caws like the first meat ever swallowed.

the crow swallowed its last. and the cat

half shrieked against an aged glass window.

all year the crow tail’s hung over the roof’s

gutter and nothing bad has happened.

at night i try to swallow the dead bird’s

sleep. at night the cat sits at the open

window. at night my stomach trembles

harsh warnings and swallows me whole.

 

 

 

 


Sharon Coleman‘s poetry and short fiction appears in print and online journals and in her chapbook Half Circle. She writes for Poetry Flash, teaches at Berkeley City College, co-curates the reading series Lyrics & Dirges, and co-directs the Berkeley Poetry Festival.

 

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