if not not to die,
then to move backwards
through skin,
through the long grass,
the black eyed susans,
the memory of the sun
remaining.
to take clay & to shape it into
a small heart
where the birds go.
& even
as i have fluttered inside you,
beak nestled close
to arterial coves,
dreaming in blood
of the obscured moon
while my wings
brush about your organs,
i steal brief glances
of the beating above,
the place where i entered
where another had left.
my nest is in your bones,
nipped from your hair
& your lost fingernails,
your eyelashes
that strayed into my soup.
the universe is warm here.
the darkness keeps me quiet
while i sleep.
i have this dream
of floating through your veins,
aimlessly searching
for the path
that leads me home...
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Submission Name: as i have fluttered inside you
