The Spy Sonnets
L.S. McKee

9: Gravity


Once, I felt everything
I had broken. A little sea-slap
among the capsized ships
of everything lost. Once, there was a boy,
once, there was a girl.
There was a story of breath
and betrayal and birds lifting
from squares so that it seemed
the ground crumbled
skyward as if the sun
had let us go, had grown tired
of holding us together. This
was the part we wanted
to forget.

 

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