I come flying in,
Arms stretched out and reaching,
I am reaching for the you I don’t want.
I don’t want you flying with me,
I don’t want shiny things,
Sparkling in the sky like iridescent bug wings,
Drifting clouds, a prop to distract me.
Let the growly bears grab you and tear you apart,
Let me float in the overcast sky of my heart,
I cannot think through this,
This spasm of fuck and music and shared bread.
I am naked with my hands on my accordion,
Legs splayed and leaning sadly,
Each note is different – I see that now,
Cut the ropes so I can fly away.
I am friends with growly bear,
She lives in the fronds of curled leaves,
Waiting for me to toss her a treat,
And flying through my tears, I do.