Prose
a bird for a day
you ask me where i would go if i was a bird for a day, as though everyone just wants to escape some town, as though anywhere else fosters comfort. you expect to hear Rome or Paris fall wistfully from my lips as i imagine soaring toward a sky that looks like nirvana to people who hate feeling the earth beneath their feet. how do i express to you that wings would be wasted on someone like me, without sounding like someone afraid of things like heights or concepts like change? how might you think of me when i tell you it's not a place i wish to leave or a place i hope to reach? i could be a bird and i could fly across the world, but i'd still ache in Venice and i'd still yearn in Barcelona for something you can't find on a postcard.
By melancholy galaxies2 years ago in Poets
"Women are Queens". Content Warning.
Women are Queens I need to write this letter, this article, this prose, this song, this poem to create and share ideas or opinions from my brain or your brain of another human being in our climate of hate vs love and hope vs despair.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
