the story starts with
a daughter
image of a white dove
& stops with a shrinking room
the crushing ceiling
rushing to meet her

between the beginning & the end
his voice visits her
from time to time
the sweaty fear of fear
glides by, a bicycle
he wears a cock-feathered cap
she has something in her hair
an orchid?
he moves to gently inhale
he moves to strike
throaty sounds
creaking floors
rumbling prayers crumbling

she sees
double doors flung open
not the bird as it flies
over the fields of summer
but a blank impenetrable wall


Author’s Bio

Originally from Vancouver, BC, kjmunro now lives without an umbrella in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory.