& this is how I wing my body
into a fluorescence, a resonance, a revival.
I phoenix my skin in a war that pairs
pares me like a voyage, I breathe, I live.
I fountain my mouth, a firefly,
a silhouette fading on a canvas.
& today, my body finds itself undressed by the winds of abadina,
where I search for a dying bird, a color proofing over its feather.
I ash-ed, fear of learning how to live and die,
simultaneously creating an exile for a painter painting grief into his body.
my body is a canvas learning to peer into itself as water, as grief & as a poem
closer to God than a crimsoned sun dimming in a botherland & a cadaver of roses.