The Summer of Dead Birds
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“An often-sweet, often-startling autobiographical novel-in-verse about going through a divorce and the death of a loved one—meditating on life’s big and small losses, and the ways the universe at once reminds us of and assuages those losses.” —O, The Oprah Magazine
“A fierce, funny, agonized, cracked-open aria in homage to the presence and passing of fiercely loved things.” —Maggie Nelson, author of The Argonauts
how does a person dislodge the scenes
that burn inside them like arsoned cars?
Ali Liebegott is reeling from a fresh, painful divorce. She wallows in grief and overassigns meaning to everyday circumstance, clinging to an aging Dalmatian and obsessing over dead birds. Going through the motions of teaching and walking her dog, she eventually decides to hit the road: Ali and Rorschach at the Center of the World.
This autobiographical novel-in-verse is a chronicle of mourning and survival, documenting depression and picking apart failed intimacy. But Ali Liebegott’s poetry is laced with compassion, for herself and the reader and the world, as she learns to balance the sting of death with the tender strangeness of life.
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The Summer of Dead Birds - Ali Liebegott
Part One
Winter
I.
the birdbath is always half-empty
where we live, it can be dry in three days
this morning while I filled it
a bird the size of a dust ball tried to fly
never getting higher than an inch off the lawn
a dove sat on a nearby branch
flapping its wings slowly and sadly
the way you numbly open and close a cabinet door
when there’s nothing inside to eat
finally, the dust ball gave up
fluttered inside a cinder block to hide
II.
I feel guilty leaving the birds thirsty
still, I didn’t fill the birdbath
before I went out the gate to work
by the trash cans, next to my motorcycle
the dust ball faced the wall
Are you okay? I said
bending down to touch its head
immediately I thought,
I shouldn’t be doing this—it’s diseased
could I carry it on my motorcycle to school
and call animal rescue while I taught my class
the whole ride to work I thought,
How could I leave it?
it wouldn’t survive all day huddled by the trash cans
in this neighborhood of feral cats and birds of prey
instead of teaching, I babbled to my students about the bird
You can’t save everyone, the woman who raised canaries said
then later at my university job the most naive student said,
Maybe it’s fine and will be gone when you get home
Do you know how sick a bird has to be to let you touch it?
I snapped
But maybe, she said
III.
after work, I rode my motorcycle up the driveway
afraid to even turn my head to where the bird had been
it had moved a few inches closer to the trash cans
I knew it had died, no bird lies down on its side
inside I postponed the inevitable, opening junk mail
then returned with a plastic bag over my hand
I picked up the tiny tea-sized sandwich
its speckled chest gray with dots, blood on its beak
the blood was actually a berry
and I knew exactly the tree it came from
every summer on my birthday you made
me angel food cake, with cream and berries
IV.
your mother was dying, it was Christmas
she sat on the flowered couch opening presents
afterward, she wrapped her bathrobe carefully around her
and stepped over wrapping paper on the way to the bedroom
she could still walk then
if you want to see time move fast
watch a fifty-five-year-old woman
go from gardening to dead in two months
your mother’s death started with an aching back
after bending over, pulling weeds all day
the sore back turned out to be cancer
spread like stars across her body, into her spine
she told me she had cancer before she told you
she wanted me next