If I had hollow bird bones,
you’d find me
in the corner,
filling them with buckshot.
Oh, I still want to fly.
Far up, higher
and higher
until blue air thins
and lungs catch fire
for scarcity
but you know
I’d never
come back down.
Weigh me here
with heft,
with burden,
crow’s feet
that never leave
the earth.
This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
