by Angelo Ligori
“We—are the birds—that stay.”
—Emily Dickinson
I. A MINOR
poet
word
canaries—
small
makeshift
cages
set
long
tunnels—
edge
working
split
rock
to pitch
black
wheezing
draft
II. DEEPMIND
passage
yields: a
pick
axe
swinging
we—
—are the
words—
that stay
broken
living
through
birds
dying
measures
wings
beating
air
heavy—
beak
between
bars
woodworn
ash
III. CAVEAT
O red
bird
wanes
on one
side
eye
popping
stiff
pupils
churn
to cloud:
wrapping
pearls
Angelo Ligori is from the Midwest, where he works in the concrete industry and teaches composition part-time. He received his MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Nevada, Las Vegas and holds a BA in Creative Writing with a Teaching Artist minor from Columbia College Chicago.