If there is no wind in space,
how, then, might I use these dreamwings,
these eager try-ons?
As it is,
I trip and stumble
into crowding ghosts
who say I belong to them,
to come home.
If there is no wind in space,
how, then, might I use these dreamwings,
these eager try-ons?
As it is,
I trip and stumble
into crowding ghosts
who say I belong to them,
to come home.
Aremyfeetofftheground 