Friday, March 4, 2011

Daedalus: Reflection

Myself, I fashioned wax enough
to fly through the belly of the sun
if I wanted
You, I barely gave
enough to comb its igneous hair
Don’t trust old men
I could have told you
We hate your young muscles
your long life
your sex your melting feathers
in the air.

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