Giving wings to my words until I grow my own.

wings torn from my back

long ago

what crimes


over centuries



jealousy and rage

quiet after birth

later much

time after time


just on the other side

—the reverse of the mirror

the wings

they are growing back

softly painfully

emerging from my shoulder blades

how much longer til I fly?

-March 2015

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