The bed upstairs did not rest me
only held my bones until
She arrived
faceless & feathered &
less strong than she'd hoped when she
meant to carry me, but
stumbled, &
spilled me limb by limb onto the floor
Just look at the everyday chores-
the red ripening of blood oranges in the basket
the afternoon sun to push through the sky
crows to gather for each murder
of course she was tired by the time she climbed the stairs to the 3rd floor
& carpet was loose by the bedside too.
What I'm saying, Friend,
is that now I know the different between birds and angels,
& how similar, angels and women.
Sou MacMillan is a musician, artist, and writer who thinks of poetry as a much underestimated form of music. She believes strongly in the spirituality of art, and considers performance poetry to be the canvas for the fusion of the body and things we cannot always see or touch. A veteran of the early and min-nineties Columbus, OH indie scene, she helped coin the term Tantrum Rock with band Pet UFO (Burnt Sienna, Double Deuce/Caroline) while obtaining her BA in Russian Lit from Ohio State University. Honored as a winner of the 2004 Jacob Knight Award for Poetry, Sou recently published her poetry collectionShallow Empire at Lethe Press. She resides in Worcester, Mass., with her husband and son.