DEAR KITE HEAVEN,
the sky blue and pink leg you have taken away boneless
i want back
that faith in a diamond flying fear flies with it
extends the expanse until death do we part until a new bloom of body
grounds a plane
i call them legs i call them to stand on and abuse
i call them throats
i kick them in no matter how small the itch
to walk past the lightning strike
in the landfill of the severed legs of kites and humans
how do you move in semaphore?
if i can speak triangles and quadrants correctly
axis if you understand
i have tied my toe with yellow string for a year tight
and tied that string to a kite ascending
the path of vanished alphabets
if i should see a single bird
the sky blue and pink leg you have taken away boneless
i want back
that faith in a diamond flying fear flies with it
extends the expanse until death do we part until a new bloom of body
grounds a plane
i call them legs i call them to stand on and abuse
i call them throats
i kick them in no matter how small the itch
to walk past the lightning strike
in the landfill of the severed legs of kites and humans
how do you move in semaphore?
if i can speak triangles and quadrants correctly
axis if you understand
i have tied my toe with yellow string for a year tight
and tied that string to a kite ascending
the path of vanished alphabets
if i should see a single bird
RYAN BOLLENBACH is an MFA candidate in the University of Alabama MFA program. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Sonora Review, Puerto Del Sol, Booth: A Journal, the Ampersand Review, and elsewhere. Find him on twitter at @SilentAsIAm.