No Birds
Published in Octopus Magazine
One
The girl
is praying
on her knees
beside her
bedside her face
is like the face you see in spoons.
Two
She'll make a lovely ghost, Father said.
The teeny room was blue-lit from
a TV set, jutting from the pink wall
like an insect, the kind that blinds you
with camouflage-it pretends to be you.
I need a cold drink. Please excuse me.