my body
is a startled flock
of starlings darting out
and out, parting and mending.
or maybe it is my heart
with no ground, my love
with no trees, swooping black
iridescent pieces and skrees,
circling, circling.
is a startled flock
of starlings darting out
and out, parting and mending.
or maybe it is my heart
with no ground, my love
with no trees, swooping black
iridescent pieces and skrees,
circling, circling.