Nocturne Wearing a Bird Suit

Nocturne Wearing a Bird Suit

Nocturne Wearing a Bird Suit 1920 1280 Amorak Huey

Up too late with a mouthful of feathers.
Alone with the sheets shoved

to the end of the bed. Hot. Lost.
What ghost have I fallen for?

What ghost would fall for me?
I am no one’s idea of flight.

I would crawl across
this darkened floor. I would do anything.

My hands are a church. Bed. Nest.
Here. I will let you rest.

Header photograph © S. Schirl Smith.

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