I am forced to rip things
Right from the ceiling
Things that like the ceiling
Should never have been
I am forced to face flowers
Bleeding on skin
Flowers in need of new skin
Injected with pinpricks of hope
I am forced to my knees
On ground that is strong
Knees by the habit made strong
Despite the bruised shins
With each soaring wing
And with the strum of each string
I felt the deep sing
Milwaukee County War Memorial Center; Eero Saarinen, Architect
You look and you learn
You seek and you see
But this shirt I slept in
This shirt that I wept in
Is the shirt where I learned to see me
It’s the shirt that I’ll dance in
It’s the shirt that I’ll love in
And tho’ it’s still stained
With milk and not meat
It will not be made a mockery
A heartbeat, guitar,
super-hero music and
my breath all at once
I wonder if birds keep calendars
And whether they’d pencil me in
We’d all leave our nests
And wander Where’s Best
To catch up on belated breaths
With wings this rusty
I’d ask them
“Teach Me
Of calm flight
In silent valleys.”
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