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Sue Finch – Tuesday Night
She says she has something to tell me
puts down her drink.
I am counting the seconds of her pause and breath.
She says she is afraid
that a bird will die in her hands
that there are things in the world
she cannot save.
I ask her how many birds she has ever cupped
she tells me none
but says me she has seen them held.
I ask her
how many of those carefully cradled creatures died.
Her silence tells me none.
Yet here she is playing
it through in her head
not knowing what to do
with the last breaths
she is holding.
I do not know the words to reassure her.
I worry that even offering to be the one
to hold the dying birds
will not be enough.