Arange Chicken Please

she always said orange with an a

back then        I loved her

clipped bursts of speech

like clipped wings     

she sits beside me and I drift

then dive until my ears pop

and sulfur fills my nose and

the pressure in my lungs leaves me

                        drowning

with her nails in my back

my eyes are floating to the ceiling   

      flying

on her lingering laps

through discarded dreams      the world becomes

her perception and my reality

and I can do nothing

but wring my hands and offer

my soul on the plate next to her

arange chicken           boneless          because

she lets me run my thumb across

 

the bones in her shoulder       blades threaten to break

the skin that’s softer than down        

do you miss the sky?

Reviews

[JadedSparrow]

Simply exquisite my friend. There is a certain chaotic beauty to the format this is written in that really croons and calls to me today. The flow for me was a little jumbled, but I think thats what I truly loved about it. Glad to have you here