flight

thoughts get caught
flutter like lost doves
greased on our chins
slick bats of wings
beat the paths in
white flurries of frenzy
trapped on my face
smacking slapping stabbing
picking pulling grabbing
rummaging stubble for nests
purging worsts for bests
to dig up and plunge
feathered swords into my mouth
and softly choke me

i suffocate, i cough

and fly away again