Bone Song
Why are you with
a man who boils tar for amusement,
then walks the
walk like the Holy Book says?
Why are you
eating the best buzzard’s brain?
Why don’t you
like a twice-charged halo?
Why are you frank
with him only behind his back?
You sully your
wings flying so low behind.
When one is so
disconnected from reality,
one isn’t usually
in favor of auditing people’s flight.
There’s no clear
evidence that flight even exists
outside of your
imagination.
-excerpt from Llama Love, c. 2017 Flying Monkey Press
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