You could have a big dipper   

Calligraphy by Lynn Finger






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.


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