STILL LIFE

 

Had I sprouted wings at the first thaw of innocence

Instead of measly breasts and clumsy hips

I might have learnt the intricacies of flight.

As it is I can only shuffle my feet

Forward.

And now,not even that,

What with

November still

Breathing half bitten stories

My

way.

(featured image not my own)

 

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