A House for Tiny Spirits
When I die, trap my soul in a birdcage
With a little plastic bath, and a plastic bowl for food
Wrap the bars in cellophane so I can’t slip through
Because I will never be ready to go.
I will learn all the right songs to convince your guests
That it’s a bird in the cage, and not your dead wife
I will finally learn how to whistle in key.
Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in Big Muddy, The Cape Rock, New Ohio Review, and Gargoyle. Her newest poetry collections, A Perfect Day for Semaphore (Finishing Line Press), I’m in a Place Where Reason Went Missing (Main Street Rag Publishing Co.), and Where We Went Wrong (Clare Songbirds Publishing) will be out mid-2018, with The Yellow Dot of a Daisy already out on Alien Buddha Press.