It was not like everyone had said.
Not like being needed,
or needing; not desperate;
it did not whisper
that I’d come to harm. I didn’t lose
my head. No, I was not
going to leap from a great
height and flap
my wings.
It was in fact
the opposite of flying:
it contained the wish
to be toppled, to be on the floor,
the ground, anywhere I might
lie down… .
On my back, and you on me.
~ Deborah Garrison
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