Dos Pájaros


for all the two-spirited birds of Pulse
The songbird sings
and pulls on the cords inside you.
We are it, doubled,
perched in the Evergreen.
Inside our song:
the fish swims with currents
it can barely breathe in
the wind blows with directions
that rival the river
the mountains move miniscule,
shifting the world in ways it isn’t meant to.
Two-spirits.  Two-ways to move.
Two-ways to pulse, throb, drop. 
Two-ways to break. 
Two-ways to transcend.
We are the flight and the wings
on jet streams
that carry change.
We are that chirping osprey,
The one that drops the seeds of
evolution like bombs filled with love
the world can’t fathom,
the one they talk about,
that tears


About Sarah F Moran

Sarah Frances Moran is a writer, editor, animal lover, videogamer, queer Latina. She thinks Chihuahuas should rule the world and prefers their company to people 90% of the time. Her work has most recently been published or is upcoming in FreezeRay Poetry, Drunk Monkeys, Rust+Moth, Maudlin House, Blackheart Magazine, East Jasmine Review and The Bitchin' Kitsch. She is Editor/Founder of Yellow Chair Review. These days you can find her kayaking the Brazos in Waco, Texas with her partner. You may reach her at View all posts by Sarah F Moran

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