Flying Outside the Wire
Freedom is an oily key,
a dangerous walk across
the ear of sanity searching
for the sound of your own breath.
Programmed by wire boundaries,
and wingspan of hell’s generosity
I am a wildling crow learning to fly
a sky that doesn’t stink of vengeance.
©Susie Clevenger 2021
Testing a Theory
Dressed to the nines,
the tail and spur of it,
I prance vanity’s sidewalk
testing the cracks in pavement
to see if my shadow will choose
to add or subtract.
Dear god, it is annoying
to have fate boast
it own’s the
calculator.
Flying Without an Airbrush
Stop staring!
I’ve been in enough kettles
to know the price of fire.
While you whine and photoshop
I’m flying where I choose
without the weight of airbrushing
myself into fiction.
