Let us go then you and I, and fly
bipolar partners. Woe to wheel alone
into the darkness of the midday sky!
But match your wing-beat to my heartbeat, bone
to hollow bone. And from the breeding grounds,
so long to Cote d’Ivoire and Carcassonne
and Santa Catarina. Rushing sounds
are all we know of place now, and our home
is neither here nor there nor in between
your wing-bones, skipping over seas like stones.
Embodied trajectories, retrace the been
in is, scavengers rooting air for boon,
silver needles backstitching where we’ve flown
binding the ocean to the migrant moon.
bipolar partners. Woe to wheel alone
into the darkness of the midday sky!
But match your wing-beat to my heartbeat, bone
to hollow bone. And from the breeding grounds,
so long to Cote d’Ivoire and Carcassonne
and Santa Catarina. Rushing sounds
are all we know of place now, and our home
is neither here nor there nor in between
your wing-bones, skipping over seas like stones.
Embodied trajectories, retrace the been
in is, scavengers rooting air for boon,
silver needles backstitching where we’ve flown
binding the ocean to the migrant moon.
2017
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