Katrina Kaye

we wanted wings
for the fine weather

but it’s much
colder

one hundred feet
in the air

we did not
anticipate the chill

so we flew rapid
trying to chase

body heat
back into our veins

into our hearts
beating blackened wings

through the memory
of awkward shaped clouds

which lack the reprieve
of heaven

“Blackbird” is previously published in To Anyone Who Has Ever Loved a Writer (2014).