Carrion

Carry on through the barely-there-breathing,

I am wings spread

Breast red

Heaving in this folding forest

Its many pages

A thesaurus

Help me narrow to nearest meaning.
I find ‘carrion’ eventually

Right by my own name,

Strewn in an open-road allegory

For days rendered –

Dismembered –

Transitory.

 

 
Ephemeral on both sides of this wraparoundcieling

And yet,

I am eyes wet

Sweet sweat
Feeling.

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