You, carried by wind, fill my horizon
I am tangled in your kite strings
knees bloody from the drag
arms ache from wind yanking
I squeeze eyelids tight
can’t find sleep in your sunlight
eyes grow dark
circled by your high maybes
Your wild flight, soar and dive
I have no wings to carry
can’t pull to your height
you only rise, grow farther
Hand me your knife
cut me clean of you
Let my wrists bleed and clot
let me fall asleep
in the quiet dark
First published in Snorted the Moon and Doused the Sun.
Sarah Thursday 