a girl sat in front of cartoons
to learn English.
bonsai trees and Jesus posters.
we watch her pull at her skirt,
taking off the pixie-dust sequins before
the washer could.
she asked, but mom says a cold
hose will have to do
instead of the pool.
i can’t remember if we found it funny or sad, but remember
how she watched
so much TV that she thought birds
really could have hands—
their wings blooming into bony palms
when she tossed
About the Author
Woody Woodger is a New England poet whose first chapbook, “postcards from glasshouse drive”, is currently forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. His other works have previously appeared in Barely South, Soundings East, and (b)OINK, among others and he is currently forthcoming in Exposition Review, Descansos Anthology and Postcards Poems and Prose.