Poetry: Giver of Taking – Samantha Hunter

Giver of Taking
Samantha Hunter

entrance hung with pink ribboning              a throat
the size of a child’s pinkie
promise of flight       broken
shells                your mother emptied  
from the nest a week ago
did my cat crush them on her way to
leading lines of ants              to swirl out of you
collect every crumb from toothpick thin ribs

my cat’s rippling slick shoulder blades
nuzzle my legs and nudge me towards
you        swarmed stillness
she has laid to rest
assured another morning will never hold your song

a wasp rests on your skull
                its waxy wings

                                                     a bow upon    her gift