The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink


feel me/read me/follow me

No. 1

people have been flying
while my wings are
held in a rubber band

I jump, so I fall
failing to keep up
I’m calling out for help
but they are so high
they can’t hear me

so I pretend to speak
and act the part of a
normal human being

I dip my beak to eat
a panini
and wear a silk scarf
to conceal my binded wings…

written: June 5, 2013


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