You, Lady, who hides herself
inside the verses that he writes,
a separate dress for each occasion,
a body that will not confess
to changing, even as it grows
a belly-full of trials...
I would like to save you,
humanize the breaking
of a spirit so disguised
like slivered scraps of glass
detached from form or pity,
Lady, living, nameless pilgrim-
I bring to you a pair of wings
strapped to your misgivings,
the bones that have betrayed you
will recognize an empty, open sky
and learn to fly and fly- save yourself
and fly.
