Poem 12

a koi-red lining to the descent of icarus
wings made of wax. id be afraid of wings made of wax, too.
falling & flailing seems generous—it was, after all, a dive.
wings. HAH! wings are a mockery of the sea, but a dive
a dive is homage. a serenade. and waiting for the boy
who dove from the sun to the surf is a fish.
im not afraid of the water because im not made of wax
im not made of mythology either
not like the fish
who ate the boy from the inside out starting with his wax-waning


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