Relaxed Reads: I Begin/We End
Cold and formless I felt
the darkness hovering over the water
My new body made of sparrows,
Their feathers rejected, their song resonates,
greasy fingers finding lips,
I laugh with my mouth open
beating fists on my chest, telling
me to clench the current under my wings
I invented a way to talk to our ancestors,
tell them we screwed up
I listened to news anchors
give an unbiased opinion
dreamscape home where you won’t
stop shouting and I can’t speak
we took a break from fighting and
noticed the reflection trees make
starling songs start abruptly
then grow quiet as mist
I haven’t yet combed the knots
out with my dirty fingers
sew stitches in rows and watch them grow
their produce is something we’ll never smell
there’s nothing more we can do
except wait for the sirens to start.
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