Today I left the window open,
Wind coursing through my veins
Some mornings, all earthly self evaporates
And wings unfold from my spine,
Casting shadow and doubt on
My fair-weathered feet—
I don’t need them anymore,
For when my flesh melts to feathers
And my mouth closes to a beak
I am no more than soil and sky.
When I call, you will know.
It’ll emit all colors of the rainbow:
Today I left the window open
For myself, for him, for you
To fly away from here for good.
I wish I was a harpy devouring men,
Or a phoenix rising from ash.
Mostly, I wish to be an angel,
If God will grant me.