I now understand the things I’ve always known:
that glass may burst into shards of scathing sobs,
but boulders and fortresses show how unbreakable land is
where pillars of Adonis, Jupiter, and Azizos stand,
stiffening patiently, like unread books on a shelf.
We are matchboxes, charged
with decades’ worth of unignited wishes.
Like the rubble of crystal tears left in the sun,
we burn to summon those wings
among exhaling embers
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 24, Issue 6.
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