Resignations

‘Song of The Tide’ , digital, mixed media collage by me, Mirjana M. , January 2025

Resignations

There are no buttons on my back
that you could prick upon; just skin
that never was a wing, or grew a wing
or knows much of flight, at all.

Sometimes,
kindness for oneself to me
means choosing stupidity,
one’s both hands on the wheel;
over the mirror, the gleam of a halo,
the vastness of a baby sky,
over the heathenry of it;
belief, and nothing but belief.
the fall, the fall, The Fall

the coin hits the ground like a dancer,
rhythm of the night recoils around each spin
and endings everspiral into deeper dark,
how here there are no doubts, or zippers
to un-seam
and nobody calls ’cause there’s nobody to call.

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