Maren Grossman

Snow Goose Takes Flight

Last night was the night that a snow goose flew through the window
and filled the living room with glass and blood and feathers. I cleaned
her off as best I could, and laid her in my bed, where she looked very
striking against the flannel sheets.

In the morning, she had died and the bed was full of fleas, so I
spread my wings and leapt and took her place in the bright morning
sky.