blue-winged bird

blue-winged bird

spanned, blanketing the ocean

miles away 

a speck—a mini silver ship

fills with seawater 

as the rain spills down

bath shower

your eyes may be beady

but they are not small

i dove into them once

though i never properly learned how

as we picnicked, 

blades of green between

our toes, i listened intently

to your stories and 

passed you the jam

you made me promise

cross my heart and 

hope to die

that i would visit you 

in ever foreign country

you pushed me towards

i ached on that train

47 km to go

as the toddler in the next

row stuffed zoo animals 

into his already bursting 

cheeks as if he was

anticipating winter

just when i think i've

finally figured you out 

you crack open the latest

russian doll

revealing a more petite, 

ornate version

of yourself

i used to dream 

of fucking it all up

now i dream of 

holding it all 

together—

though my grip 

isn't what it used to be

so farewell majestic

creature soar

on your way

they're expecting you

remember to always 

bring a gift

or at least leave

a thank-you note 

when you depart