- As I Remember an Unusual Bird Divides the Sky
I return, unlike the grey crow who has been missing for months. Ihope he has migrated to México with the monarchs and robins, not transitionedto the holy blue spruce made of nebulae and squirrel chatter. My mothertugs at the end of my shirt snug, no comment. I leave myshoes behind like banana peels. I step into the kitchen because I canno longer smell the lilac bush my father cut down, as if itcould be big enough, the first green, when my eyes shoot straight outof the earth. My mother tries to say beautiful but can't. Sheis busy trying to find [End Page 112] her favorite pan. She knows she does nothave enough rice to feed me and what about her coffee pot? Theone I've spent my whole life washing. I drink so much coffeeit comes back to me like the male house finch who lands inthe cup of my ear, flaps his feathers and hangs a mailbox frommy earlobe. At least I am alive. I think, at what height canI find the grey crow? I plant our photo albums for the plumtrees I draped my body from because they were short, because they wereeasy to climb filled with foxes running among crab apple and pear trees,a carpet of rotten fruit no one tried to keep up with, their [End Page 113] sugar emerges from my body, the tail of a quetzal, a memory offolding the dough of puffy tacos, held together with a toothpick shimmering in feveredoil. I am told to look for atomic number ten, a rabbit, theword is frijoles, I eat. My father removes his pistola from the ankleof his boot. It is a shiny speck of a sparkle that Ibend into a shock wave swallow outer space, I know a grey crowwhen I see one.I return to this constellation, I named Saginaw. [End Page 114]
Danielle Pafunda is author of ten books, including Beshrew (Dusie Press), The Book of Scab (Ricochet Editions), The Dead Girls Speak in Unison (Bloof Books), and the forthcoming Spite (Ahsahta Press, 2020). She teaches at Rochester Institute of Technology.