Where The Wind Blows
Charlotte Brandi
It is a physical impossibility
That you will fall in love with me
It´s an improbability
That you can see what I can see
Where the wind blows
I´m gonna kneel
Face up high
Ass on my heels
Folded hands and a buckled lap
A deep flying
Birdies trap
Roots growing slowly out of my soles
And in my t-shirt two bullet holes
I lose a lash I make a wish
An ambos strike a sigh a squish
My blankets are my memories
So holey like swiss cheese
But somewhere in between the lines
I kiss your head and you kiss mine
My best friend is a voyager
Paints warpaint on the void
My lover was a passenger
Who I‘m trying to avoid
My art was eaten and excreted
My pеrson was destroyed
But wherе wind blows
I remain seated
A chunk round and ovoid