Laurie Filipelli
a woman cries outside the café
hairnet askew
twenty-one twenty-
a flutter of wings
behind her eyes
1/1
I’m perched
on a landing
a cowbird
carelessly pecking at fries
two
see
my daughter hides
seventeen eighteen
my father counts
what I can’t
nineteen
a man made taller
by cowboy boots
catches
the light
a bird in hat
worth two small eggs
small mother
help
my arms
unfreeze
twenty
in his final days
in another’s nest
saying please don’t
