Two to take flight. Tryst — a synaptic failure lances the vessel of a crow,
spit-fire, nosedive.
O! The river mouths
swallowing
the oscine with the clubfoot.
A waist. A stray hair. A [ ] kitten lick.
Rowing into her skin, riverine
silhouettes cascade between shoulders like ends of curls
beckoning into a wan smile.
All your reflections are offerings. When vision pivot brakelights into spheres of light.
Revelation! A. Beak lances into birchbark. Shedding skin, a
Whole deck of cards falling from [ ] hands onto the floor.
Hipbone as a javelin. Let it pierce.
O.
Concave to waves. Pray / it won’t ripple!
All your reflections are gifts. I
Lack the ability to unfold into a tapestry of gratitude. I
Insist. Tides collapse unto tides: A spine
carries the exact weight of a shiver and breathes its trace.
A landscape beneath the surface of a river with
wings intact.
A tryst now sediment. Watch her body construct to silts; footprints carving nests from
running on red clay with her clubfoot heel. I
chase her trajectory more than my lungs will allow.
https://voca.ro/1j1KUiLKsv7M faster too sleepy to retry