January 21, 2012

Bird, woman.

"There'd been a narrow prison & I'd been trapped in it all my life. I'd been obsessed with the prison & obsessed with describing it. One day I looked at myself & understood there was more than the prison. There was me. I was like a bird then. I flew out."

1 comments:

shy poet said...

Jenny,
Please fly to wherever you are free and then fly back to write some more.
I like your, blog and your artwork.
Grow beautiful feathers, and fly