Calling My Name

by Liara Tamani

Each time we go over a bridge, it feels like a hundred baby birds stretch and flap their wings in my belly but don’t have time to fly because the bridges are too short. I’m scared of the feeling at first, but I get used to it, and when we cross over the Mississippi River and the chicks flap and flap, and halfway across the bridge they lift off and fly over and through my twenty-four ribs, I don’t mind because I know it must feel good to fly for the first time.

The author beautifully translates feelings into words.