a sin to kill a sparrow

a divorce

is the perfect path to freedom:

from riptides of psychopathy

from your husband and your son

it is liberation for my aunt

long-suffering and in pain

she’s carried the cross too long

complaining, tired- she wept;

cue the blood rain

i divorce

i hold, we share in our hearts

the guilt of spectatorship of crime

it was youth that barred me

from ripping that psycho apart

it is liberating to me

to see her safe and sound

and around

people who’d never harm her like him

and that’s all i try to see

the sparrows nestled again this time

in my bathroom sill

i turn the light up at night

and their cries are tinkering bells

i’d never kill a sparrow

i’d never hurt one but in turning the light

up at night

i wonder

if i hurt them still