A History of Shoulder & RootCarolyn Guinzio
Where will you go when you leave us at last, and where, when we leave, do you want to be left? The cries rise up from the grotto garages, taking hold of walkers’ ankles through the sidewalk grates. Those lost seconds, those birds: Orbiting kites that would rather not land. Neverlanding kites believe alive is to be on the wing. It is not for not wanting. Twilight, a walnut falls soundlessly. In the harbor, boats crowd each other, a tinny clanking blanket laid at the base of a city’s sounds. The family has gathered in an upstairs room. Stunned pigeons wince in their sleep on the sills. Grinding red feet into concrete against knot-loosening gusts, they dream of alighting not on spikes, but a place not barbed against them. Two tethers hang from the migrant now: one for the leaving, and one for the soon-to-be left.
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