diode

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