This poem is taken from Stand 247, 23(3) September - November 2025.
Two Poems
She Goes
The wings stretch out and pull at your skin
as though they’ve always been there, flap.
Practice moving them again and feet
leave the ground. Feet never really belonged
on the ground, anyway, this is the way it’s supposed to be
...
The wings stretch out and pull at your skin
as though they’ve always been there, flap.
Practice moving them again and feet
leave the ground. Feet never really belonged
on the ground, anyway, this is the way it’s supposed to be
...
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