Headland With Name

Headland With Name


I shrank myself into what Aurora hides in her palm.

Day does not break a man; breaks what is standing in his bones.

I do not know what father said last

I do not know which song holds name together

I do not know who the night took first.

I’m an onion in what dawn weeps

I stand by the headland,

My voice still humming

A bird left broken, yet uncertain of it wings strength.

I drown into a sea in search of a new name.

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