Woes go walking on her heart, when life’s bits, crafted, fall apart, and play things won’t play or stay things don’t stay and words just can’t say all the things. My beating wings. Float-dropped feathers. Art can’t lift it, wind can’t sift it, she can’t sing it. Much too grave to simply swing it up too high for me to see.
Stake it, break it. Not mine to take it. Curl up, girl, up, lock down, twirl up. Make a hole and roll it through. Fold it, fly it, you can ride it. I believe in your retrieving. I’m receiving. I match, you catch, latching key.