Friday, December 4, 2020


heavy is the
unseen wine bottle
when the earth is burning
burning and dying
lead are my arms and legs 
now tell me how
i can fly with the wings
you say i have
there are an infinite
number of sides to me
and all are confusing
in my gut
i know there are
luminous constellations
and if i raise
my heels high enough
i can weave
their fingers with mine

*Published in Issue No. 18 of Anti-Heroin Chic