Parrots eat avocadoes straight
from the trees by the shoreline, fly
in leaf form, blend fiery feathers
& burn a green smear on the sky.
What I most wanted to tell you,
was you swallowed me whole,
a hollow story. I inhale your storm,
bend in stray carvings across the clouds.
You applaud carnation of pain, snap
me shut. I crave how deserted sky
renders your freedom, you disappear,
my words a collusion of sunlight & hunger,
as parrots fly, their wings a billow
of dry tears, a lost calligraphy.
Lynn Finger’s poetry has appeared in 8Poems, Perhappened, Wrongdoing Mag, Twin Pies, Book of Matches, Drunk Monkeys, Not Deer Magazine and also forthcoming in Corporeal Lit Mag. Lynn is an editor at Harpy Hybrid Review and works with a group, “Free Time,” that mentors writers in prison. Follow Lynn on Twitter @sweetfirefly2 and @lynmichf on Instagram.