Katrina Kaye
I am the sound of
flapping wings
when no birds
are seen.
I am backdrop,
waiting in alcove
for a cue that has
never come.
I am a walk on,
a sideways glance,
a choked confession
moments too late.
Was there ever
a time I wasn’t
easily forgotten?
I can’t help
but to beg to
scar this world
in the worse
possible way
just to leave
noticeable
footprints.
“backdrop” is previously published in Rabbits for Luck (2016).