I grew two wings
to fly to you.
One bird,
one bug, from
human back. But
to my surprise,
in a long arc out
to a very death dive
my wings
don't aerodynamically
jibe, or
"fly"
in a literal sense. In a way
to bear me up, or bear me
on.
Which - if I'm right,
is why bears don't fly.
A fly does. Bees?
Sure do, bats too - am I wrong?
Plus of course - some birds
galore.
But none
of these wings bear me
to you.
Just down, I guess.
Should have thought this
through, before I decided
to erupt these alien growths
from my flesh, in a quest
to you.
I guess, once I hit
I might fly like a ghost?
But if so, chances are
you won't touch me or see.
That seems to be the deal
between you,
dear me.
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