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September 14, 2026

Two Aviaries

Stefanie Kirby

Aviary

Afternoon lifts

from the brick.

Birds cool

in the oven,

song rolling

their tender glass

eyes. One pulls

a lightbulb from

under its wing.

 

We clap. 

 

There’s sadness

to it, this elegy lit

in the crumpled dark.

 

 

 

Aviary

A suitcase drops onto the sand packed with flightless birds. 

We button up our green velvet gloves. Each bird we touch 

 

turns into shimmering fingers in the twisted desert 

light. Emptied, the suitcase flickers. It flames. It flies.