Shoals of Starlings

Shoals of Starlings


streaming through my wrists
my cupped hands full of flight
hold you close in my glittered arms
so you can feel the shimmer
as they change direction within me


slip sliding above the city
feathers like flints
striking the streetlamps
keeping the sun ticking over


their black broken glass
settling before the forge
that will fuse them
turn them clear again


as they sleep
stars scratch themselves
down their jet black breasts

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