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On Being Untame

September 1, 2011

By: Danielle Boodoo-Fortuné

She fears I’ve grown too wild
to be kept indoors

so just this once,
I let her scald the feathers
from my body, anoint me,
wrap me in gauze.

But while she sleeps
I will forage in corners
for dying things,
sprout slim bones from my spine
that will arch into wings.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. September 1, 2011 2:15 am

    Very provocative piece; wings sprouting from trapped appearances.


  2. September 2, 2011 1:16 am

    Thank you!! 🙂

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