Arrow through flesh

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Arrow Breaking Apart
While lovers sleep, I dig my nails into the earth,
holding up traffic. Just now a cloud has pulled up
while I was talking to the Emptiness
of the Universe and my voice plugged into the waves
at the bottom of the ocean.
My heart is taped up like a child’s drawing
of the moon over the broken window of the sky
where the wind always comes back to fill my lungs.
I will dance on my shadow. I will open my mouth
with the air inside my mother’s coffin.
I will be the arrow breaking apart in the body
of the blackbird, which appears at my window, singing.
and eyeing me lecherously
trying to gauge an easy 
venue for manipulating me.
Like an arrow piecing flesh

One response to “Arrow through flesh”

  1. The photos were beautiful and the poetry was wonderful.