Today's poem is by Jennifer Givhan
He's building me a tiny birdcage
of wire twisted
from the bed we no longer
share. I watch him working
with the bottom of an empty
bottle for its domed shape
his fingers forming the rod & hook
on which it will hang
resemble a reaper's
scythe. Inside he strings
a whale shaved from bone
meant to twine around a neck.
It means I can leave, if I must.
It means he'll send me off
in loveliness, from the base materials
of our shared & lonely lives.
Copyright © 2016 Jennifer Givhan All rights reserved
from Landscape with Headless Mama
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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