by miracle thornton
Interlochen Arts Academy
my man's a lumberjack
peel back the bark of sticky sap,
an amber hummingbird is
waiting for you beneath.
glossy belly, a stain-glass yellow
glinting from the winter burn light.
sap carved by the edge of
an ax splinters on your tongue,
your barren authenticity exposed
by the blade. here you are, looking
into the eyes of a fossil. it’s wings out-
for you to melt away the amber. where, in
the taste, did you find her? the quick
bird beneath the bark. take that ax—
lick away the bitter yellow. she’s waiting,
beneath the bark. can you hear her hollow
hum? the murmur of her song? harsh feathers
softened by flesh. you taste the iridescence of
her throat, the space between her
weak feet curled for purchase.
on the cliff edge,
is where you find her.
hooked by her toes,
her arms out-stretched to
a callow wingspan.
she is going to fall
& the inevitability is
exhilarating. you have a hand
where the blades contract
a hip at the sacrum.
her breath bends with the
current a chest carved
by sea salt.
your finger slips to the pit
between her clavicles,
feeling for the ocean’s
pulse. she unfurls her vacant
wings & you have a chance
to catch her. to have a flat palm
at the breastbone a steady
grip audacity. this is where
pride is mistaken for devotion,
honesty & where you’re acquiescence
kills her the flightless bird,
rapt by the wind tenderfoot
& in a breath
Miracle Thornton is sophomore Creative Writing major at Interlochen Arts Academy, MI. She is from a small town where she lives with her four siblings and four cats. Miracle’s work in poetry can be described as an exploration of power, a subject that has leaked incrementally into her fiction.