Iridescence

Today I feed myself
and the pigeons. Their oil-slick
necks, how they trust and land
gently onto my arms. The man
working on the roads says,
“You’ve got a lot of friends there.”
Forgive me, poem, I believe
this is one of those times
when I have nothing more to say.

Sophie Sala

Sophie Sala (she/her) writes poetry that comes in on little cat feet. She currently resides in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where she studies English. She has been published in several literary magazines, including Cornell University's Rainy Day Review and Carnegie Mellon University's The Oakland Review.

https://sophiesala.com
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