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From: Vol.09 N.01 – A Poetics of Rights

Songbird

by Fern Golden
Songbird,
you can write me a letter
if your beloved is bereft of you.
If they have crossed over,
to join orangutans,
you can write me.

Songbird,
I noticed you don't write letters.
So as you trill sweet melodies
from garden hedges, neat and near,
I will listen—if only to hold
space for your grief.
Published: August 2022
Fern Golden

(they/them) is a neurodivergent Dena’ina Athabaskan artist from Alaska. Their poetry meanders the confluences of culture and language, ecology and belonging, and chronic illness and healing. Find them on Twitter @ferngoldenpoems.

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