The delicate lift,
the tender pluck
of feathered body
the Spectacle.
One feather a loss
a thousand, a pillow.
Yank howl feather sob feather
Flutterweepfloatwailfeather
feather
feather
bloodfeather
The hand outstretched.
The shaky step,
the collapse,
the bow.
She grazes her beak
along the dirt until it reaches his palm.
Is this how we eat from your hand, O God?
Mikaela Stiner
Mikaela Stiner lives in Austin, TX, and holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Randolph College. She is sustained by her community-based reading and writing groups and loves running, reading, live music and literary events, and spending time outdoors. She has been published in the McNeese Review, Wild Roof Journal, and elsewhere.
