The indexer’s soft skull bones

The indexer’s soft skull bones knit together flat while she looks through the bars of the crib.

The world on the other side fits into rectangles. She sorts buttons by color and size. The vase on the wall has a red bird painted on the side. One day it flies across the room and shatters. Words, unexpected, open their wings and change from wall flowers to weapons.

 

 

Thank you, Blythe Woolston.