The beautiful blue attendant I
The beautiful blue attendant I
sneak closely at her face
Her calm hems Everything
put together No wonder we can fly
How far up?
Even the sky ends
At certain velocities the film breaks The
other side
refulgent against black black
The way is this way
guided in blue
The gnats and little finches The
trashed traintracks
Anxious, whatever is left of soil The weight of a few of us
soon gone
The rocket will push
the diaphanous wingspan over
How far
up?
Even now on the ground she
makes sure
I stand near
We have two hands each we can paint with
It is glorious and shivering
It is light like light
Megan M. Garr is a poet and the founder of the literary & arts journal Versal. She is the author of two books of poetry: Terrane (MIEL, 2015) and The Preservationist Documents (Pilot Books, 2012). Her writings on inequalities in the literary world and its economy have been published in several anthologies, including Literary Publishing in the …
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