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art by Megan Perkins
I cede my eyes to patches of sumac,
my body to whatever.
I let these wings
get gnawed to quills.
Who flies in the first place?
Whose bones are hollow from the start?
Who looks down
on we poor suckers
left below footnotes
and the water table,
our bodies an inky
marginalia?
