Flit Float Sink

Flit float sink flit float sink
Is my pattern
As I seek
A happy place to land
Here there here there here
No yes no yes no
Glide there
No, there!
No
No
Nope
There?
Shit
The ground again
It’s cold down here
Alone
Dark
Dangerous
Lonely
Rise rise rise
Flit float flit float
Sink
Somewhere my flower waits
It calls
Here! Here! Here! Hear?
Where? There?
Flit flit
Float
Float
Here
Here
Here

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About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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One Response to Flit Float Sink

  1. georgiakevin says:

    What a lovely poem. It almost feels like it is dreamy, ethereal!

    Like

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