I know why the uncaged bird doesn’t sing. What lurks beyond the cage I cannot say. I reach, but knees knock against hollowed-out bones like the hollowed heart of their carrier. Doors swivel, flip, revolve out of character. The path unclear. Will I fly out over, around or under? I cannot decipher a clipped wing from a mended one. I am mentally trapped as a Stallion tied to a plastic patio. The uncaged bird doesn’t sing. What song sings of... Read more