• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 10


And it’s true we unlearned gravity
unhooked our atoms
from the binding earth
and leapt
(because even the clouds fly
when they aren’t weeping).

But look how
we are neither fish nor fowl
but something in between.

And truly I am made of water
longing to swim
but it’s too late
too far.

You’re reaching for the stars
and I’m spewing out ozone.

And it looked like fun to lose the ground
but it isn’t
– fun, I mean –
it’s halfway
not-quite suspension.

Tip me upside down
and see if my yearning falls out.