Warsan Shire
Warsan Shire
Warsan Shire
Warsan Shire
Warsan Shire
Warsan Shire
Warsan Shire
Warsan Shire
Warsan Shire
Warsan Shire
Warsan Shire
Warsan Shire
Warsan Shire
Warsan Shire
Sofia used pigeon blood on her wedding night.
Next day, over the phone, she told me
how her husband smiled when he saw the sheets,
that he gathered them under his nose,
closed his eyes and dragged his tongue over the stain.
She mimicked his baritone, how he whispered
her name— Sofia,
pure, chaste, untouched.
We giggled over the static.
After he had praised her, she smiled, rubbed his head,
imagined his mother back home, parading
these siren sheets through the town,
waving at balconies, torso swollen with pride,
her arms fleshy wings bound to her body,
ignorant to flight.
Birds was written by Warsan Shire.