“A Cat Maybe, Or Breaking” is one of three fantastically feral poems by Michael Díaz Feito in our Spring 2017 issue, now available in print for $6US or PDF for $3US.

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SOME PIGEON’S WINGS REST
ripped,
                  framing an empty
oval of sidewalk where its
body would be.

                                    Food, the
stripped joints even gory
like that look like food, I
feel,

          but the feathered arcs
splayed seem living like they
would fly at a touch,
                                              or react
to another thing’s movement,

the cold maybe, or barking.

It’s singular, worth a nod.
                  (See the space between, and how
                  easy, violent the crack along
                  that fine cartilaginous border is.)

Then today I stepped into a
stringy crunch,
                                    and stuck
to my step lifted a smaller
pair of otherwise
                                        identical
wings except younger. I
shook them   off the tread
and the question, Is what

kills the birds watching now?   passed

into then out of my mind,
                  because I was so late for lunch.

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MICHAEL DÍAZ FEITO is a Cuban American writer from Miami, Florida. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Acentos Review, Axolotl, Big Echo, The Future Fire, Hinchas de Poesía, Milkfist, and Petrichor Machine. You can find more of Michael’s work at michaeldiazfeito.com and follow him on Twitter @diazmikediaz.