Forget eagles. I lived too long
to take to the sky. And not everybody wants to be
a cat snoring its second chance
away for 20 hours each dying
day. No, if I should need to change
let’s keep it minimal. People may tear
away at me, and what remains
will succeed each broken part.
Pushed too hard, I’ll be forced
to re-ravel my tongue
and never look the same
again. Blessed to be
unremembered, at best
a crumb lingering briefly
like a kiss between two moons.