Sex

by Christos Polydorou

wpid-2014-09-08-09.58.57.jpgI had been a
tree, for so many
centuries,

when the chance of
feathers,
ignited my branches,

I took it. Now,
I soar with the
eagles,

and the falcons,
and the hawks. From time to
time,

the birds
turn
to buffalo,

orang-utan,
and I roll with
them,

in the
quicksand,
in the swamps. I come

to alone,
deboned,
like a fish,

gutted,
like the
word

sex.

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