As Robyn

I live in brittle
bones’ cage
built of sage
& his sibylline crystal–

This flutter feels sinful.

Pinched within weight,
choke me by chain–

We pulse by sweat

beads beat in sweet ornate
dew drooled over my chest..

His is the fountain tip
freeing four thousand
of feathered revisions.

I shed winged dialect.

* second assignment for my poetry class: a response to a poet’s poem we have already read in class within sonnet format (Response to Nick Flynn’s “Swarm”)
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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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