excerpt from Her Belly Made of Wings
 

She learned as a child

that her breath came from wings.

She would run, opening her mouth wide

aping the other children but

came up panting, bereft of air.

“Freak angel!” “Human bird!” 

Tucking the wings under her coat left her gasping. 

She learned her wings must be naked—

that her lungs simply existed.

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