you beg for birds to lock in cages
and tattered smiles to shut away
but i hand you paper doves to
crack into the hard hydrogen of
glowing galaxies, here one second
disappearing the next: you’ll find there’s
no such thing as time.
and watch them fade carefully
watch the fog drape over
their folded whitewashed arms
a thin bark branch sliced clean from
prickling grasslands, grinding and deforested
a severed reminder, a lovely blank face
still shriveled from sunshine.
just watch what you've set free
because someday i’ll be a little paper bird
and god, i'll love the night sky––
i'll be dead and alive and
living in between the stars
kissed by the constellations
those grinning galaxies
someday i’ll be a paper bird, and i’ll be free.