• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 03
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Born Into Soon the Sky

Girl, bird me.

Flocked and flocking, no fear
(of flaccid, of fecund)

of the second ā€“ split second,
my second in this duel with
that bright device ā€“ of reflection.

My girl bird, emerging
between splayed fingers
linked to shoulder blades
lifting bulge and tender play

at the epicentre. Epic entering
the water wa-water, rippled
in difference from its self.

Sun sets in blurred lines, no
cloud nations, no bordered sky.

Bird, Iā€™m girl.