Lost Aggression After West Nile
We are nothing like eagles, falling when we do it.
I cleave you longer than the distance from which a far
vulture can smell something dead. The raptors might
have this kind of eyesight: they can't see their bars.
That Frank Lloyd Wright designed clothes for those women
to wear in his prairie period homes is something I will forget
come darkness, come amazing lock, no acumen,
but it takes studying to move this way. Like, I regret
I wore my shoes like an atrium, economical with weakness.
Any pair who cares hold hands in public move thrust
into it. If ever there were a time not to answer, this
is it. The Latin Kings by me throw signals at dusk.
It takes the care of a fantasy acorn.
It takes balls to fly, more to be born.
© 2003, Erica Bernheim
Image: Erica Bernheim
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