Raptor

The falcon-faced woman

Digs tiger pits

To trap the unsuspecting

Winning them over and pulling them under

With Jammed sentences

As though-

The two people inside her

Are trying to speak simultaneously

Always interrupting one another

…and everyone else

She whips her feathers

All over the room

Stirring up little vortices

To bear her beak out at the gray world

Screeching about hidden powers

Secret colors,

And other powerful birds of prey

Flapping her mighty wings

Into the frenzied storm

Against the grain of consumer culture

As lightning cracks

Through their hearts

Raptors turn hard wings to the cold

As the doors open they take flight