• Carly Feinman

Day 70- 10.25.20


The moment a song slides up

from sightline to stratosphere

the sensation of upward momentum

becomes viable, tactile.

The same gut jolt catches me

by surprise in dreams,

the ones where I have wings and

everyone I know are safely tucked

under brown roofs way down

beneath my toes and

layer upon layer

of sky.

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