New Poem for Haunted Passages: “The Birdcage” by Martine Bellen
Sighted people tend to react to darkness like birds when their cage is covered for the night. And with my cage concealed, I rested on a bed of nettles, Hansel as my dream. Or rather, I drowned in our mutual dream, having slipped into him while asleep, and when he awoke, I—Gretel—remained in deep slumber,…
