Airborne

turned around

   facing

the other

way

      moving

in some

direction

       i

press on

    with

arrows pointing

       towards

me

run through

     the vines

that     once

    tripped me

fly  over

    my

grandmother’s

    grave

and

    mother’s

face

tumble

and tuck

become

one

with

rock

with

earth

cartwheel

down

ex lovers’

     spines

until

i no longer

see

    the
green

of

vines

 

 

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