pulling back .feathers. i hold
this bird
in my hand, folding wings
backwards
like a ballerina
doing a plie
i feel the pile of soft white
fuzz at the base
of the feathers
plush carpet by your bones
and i hold the end of the flight
in my hands
like .a broken catapult.
it's a bird, a
beautiful paper aeroplane
.under. my wing.
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