Wings

All they told me was
it had been a car.
Said, “Today’s the day.”
And fashioned me
from your skin.

At first I was milk-white,
like fog hovering
over a gray and desolated earth.
Yet day by day the sun
quickly taught us to be peach.

I grew up to match you,
and would sometimes spread
my joints up-up and away;
in some smiling gesture
or crazy seizure of happiness.

We weren’t even different,
I felt that was a fact.
As clear as a fog-less earth...!
But people didn’t look at us
like we were the same.

I really don’t quite
fully understand it myself,
I only know that
wrapping myself around you
was the most I could do.

Quite useless I was,
and you seemed to catch on.
Said, “Today’s the day;
you don’t do me any good.”

And tried to un-fashion me.

What good am I,
to only litter the ground
with evidence?
I know how heavy feathers can be
when gathered up as one.

“Heavier than rocks.”
I know that’s what you called me.
Just a parasite
feeding off your carved-out bones-
like pumpkin shells.

Where were the seeds?

The good stuff inside?
I fought to stay with you.
“Just explain to me;
why is there not even a candle?”

We weren’t even unalike,
I felt that was a truth.
As clear as a cloud-less sky...!
But people didn’t look at us
like we were even similar.

All they told me was
it had been a car.
Said, “Today’s the last day.”
And seized me
from your life.