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
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