short poem for you by elena botts

short poem for you a fragile little bird

just all on the edge of spring

paralyzed by the sticky sunshine all caught on my bones i had a dream.

you were sleeping. split rib and those terrible eyes of yours.

i was cobwebbing your frame with gentlest

wishes like “dear so and so,

i know you can’t break, but if you did,

here, i’d mend you”­ that is,

all the things that you are,

i cannot.

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