Joob
You told me “chickens don’t fly” as we climbed the magnolia tree in grandma’s backyard
“But, they’re birds”, I say back, “aren’t birds supposed to fly”
“Maybe that’s why we eat them more than other birds, they can’t get away” you tell me
And this makes me sad. I only learned that the chicken we eat at Sunday supper, deep fried and crispy with a side of mashed potatoes are the same chickens we see when we visit the farm with Papa.
“So because they can’t escape, we just eat them?” I ask and you nod and start climbing higher on the limbs
Fly or be eaten. Maybe that’s why I run away when life gets hard. Why I have such a hard time being present during the tough stuff.
Some people make me want to stay and risk becoming a meal. She made me feel that way. Like I could land and tuck all my little feathers into a cozy corner of her couch and just rest and just be.
I think that’s what I miss most now that she’s gone. I fly from one short distance to the next, wondering if I’ll ever feel that safety again. That warmth.
I never deserved her. But, I still wish I’d had her longer.
About this poem
This poem is an expression of the safety I felt with my friend who recently passed away. The comfort I felt in knowing her is something I will probably never experience again in this lifetime.
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Written on April 25, 2022
Submitted by Jessica_1 on May 10, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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