The Dove

The Dove

by Holly Day


The bird hides inside, tucked inside my ribcage

the feathers hide my heart. You can smell its desperation on me

even through the cigarette smoke and birthday cologne

huddles dark and black and wet.


The bird is in here, barely visible

damp, white feathers pressed into a tight, red space

flailing in the sick hot summer

midnight heat. We have all become

other women over time, there is no need

to confess.



Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in The Cape Rock, New Ohio Review, and Gargoyle. Her nonfiction publications include Music Theory for Dummies, Music Composition for Dummies, Guitar All-in-One for Dummies, Piano and Keyboard All-in-One for Dummies, Walking Twin Cities, Nordeast Minneapolis: A History, and Stillwater, Minnesota: A History.   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.



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