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
carpeted passenger seat
of your knuckles-
grinding all ten components
into the soil
of the northern planes
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.

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