Wednesday, February 10, 2010

day 205: flying

this morning

I threw my half halo to the wind

across the ocean

Hoping it would find her

I spent dawn drawing a woman

Stronger than atlas

With more burdens and expectations than the virgin mary

more perfect than davinchi's mona lisa

Wing clipped with a sunken heart

empty chest

She is my mother

her name is mary

and when i grow up

i probably wont look anything like her

and even if no one else does

i will remember how i loved her


how i killed her with my cowardice

i will remember her

Half halo and all

that we were both angels

looking for someone to sacrifice their extra wing

and tell us that we could fly

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