PERMANENCE

There was always a poem at the end of the notebook
that put him back in his place
but in order to write it
he had to forget his name
the look of his face in the mirror
everything that sealed his fate he abandoned
like a pillow shed of its feathers
through his window he jumped toward the poem
and ambushed himself under cover of the night
that appears when it’s day
and became a winged cat
a sharp-toothed owl
and slashed his belly to give birth to his words
only because it was free
and he had no money.
 

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