I can’t hear the trees

for the birds. Two of them


trapped in our garage,
a flutter of wings, a wild


cooing among the bicycle dust

and giant trash bins.


Near my idling: forsythia blooms.

Listen: I’m afraid of my husband


taking me by the shoulders

and telling me I disappoint him.


Still, I wait. Of course a broom
would be quicker. Even I know that.


Nicole Callihan’s poems, stories and essays have appeared in Forklift, Ohio, Cream City Review, The L Magazine, North American Review and Painted Bride Quarterly. Her first book of poems, SuperLoop, was published in early 2014. Find her on the web at