For the birds

I want a blanket fort
To take around
And stay inside
So I can shoo all the gloom away.
I feel like I’m 12
No, 7
No, 4
And all I can do is cry
And get under the table
And wait for you to coax me out.

It will be warmer there
Shelter from the could
Of Winter
And you,
I can keep myself
In all it’s pieces
And maybe, maybe
If there’s enough glue in the world,
I can piece me back together.
It’d be grand.

I wouldd miss the sun in there
Behind the doona clouds
And Feather fog,
Even it’s rays wouldn’t reach me inside
In my little cuckoon,
Sticking and glueing
Becoming something whole
A butterfly maybe or a swan;
A bird with two wings to fly
Right out of this god-forsaken place.

For the birds

DearOphelia

Oak Park, Australia

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This was originally going to be called “For my grandmother”, I wonder what you think it means.

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