Out of Reach the hand comes down and pushes me down and reminds me that the wings that keep trying to break through my skin are not to be trusted, that wings are not for me. I let the hand tear out the feathers, the sinew the brave new appendages that would allow me to fly away let the hand carefully bind my broken skin my bloodied back in bandages that keep new feathers from sprouting, new wings from unfurling overnight.
Bio: Holly Day has taught writing classes at the Loft Literary Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota, since 2000. Her poetry has recently appeared in Tampa Review, SLAB, and Gargoyle, while her recently published books include Nordeast Minneapolis: A History, A Brief History of Stillwater Minnesota, and Ugly Girl.