By Claudia Lamar
1. The art, ability, or practice of divination.
2. A sign of something coming; an omen.
3. Or remember when I came back after I had run away, and on my car were the remains of two birds. I told you one was from Oklahoma and the other from Nevada, and that I had killed them but I didn’t mean to. And you said it was okay and that it was a sign no one would ever be able to hurt me again.
Clutching at Straws 
I love it. It’s beautiful. Short, sweet…. like a localized shot of some kind of romanticism. Sifting through this site I’m so often lost in clouds of culture and cynicism and self-exposition but this is a feeling boiled down into a new format and made bite sized.
wow, what a great compliment. thank you so much. the story behind it is actually deserves a longer poem. it’s inspired by the summer i decided i no longer wanted to be married and drove across the country looking for something to give me some new meaning but all i came back with was the remains of two birds.
The structure is brilliant: 1, 2, PUNCH! Reading your comment, I agree maybe a longer poem would be in order. But either way, it’s a very creative method behind which plenty of thought is lurking . . .
If you’re interested in showing your work elsewhere too, look me up over at The Houston Literary Review.
Thank you! I checked out HLR, its great!