when i talk to sparrows and Scenic
by Ashley Collier

Friday, November 23, 2012


when i talk to sparrows

when i talk to sparrows, i always begin with a single word. it creeps from between my teeth on gridded paper, in cursive, its body one color and its traced frame another (both of them neon). the whole thing travels through the soft belly of the bird, where everything expands for a moment, and i wonder if i could have been more concise. if she answers me, the sparrow, i have done something right and good and i may speak again. if i am feeling kind, i will be all in lowercase. and if a saintly code should govern me, i’ll even minimize my font.


For the longest time I dreamed
of nothing else
but to crawl inside a certain still,
be surrounded by red flowers
and let s n o w slowly cover me–

snow that doesn’t melt
and isn’t cold.


Ashley Collier is a graduate of College of the Atlantic in Bar Harbor, Maine. She has work forthcoming in NAP and Red Lightbulbs, and lives in Chicago with various creatures of unusual size.

© 2012 – 2013, Metazen.

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