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).