I once asked him to read the manual & he used his eyes to explain to me how that would never be,not a chance-no...no way.

Twisted my braid over

the

carpeted passenger seat

of your knuckles-

grinding all ten components

into the soil

of the northern planes

flying

Just as a falcon

or a delicate bird

made purely of metal nectar

a hummingbird feast

twas not-  my body that lay in vain

the ceiling just had one million

sentences: to explain.

We fly : our separate ways.

Because this is how we were placed,baby.