Lost the wings lodged in the throat—
One should wait, but I have to
Write, since I’m in a daze and
I will lose them if I wait.
They don’t care. They have no need,
Not now. They can’t fly, aren’t stuck
To the back of a sad beast
Who has to fly to not die.
They’re free. They don’t need to breathe,
Wings of things lodged in my throat.
