1 poem
by miracle thornton
Interlochen Arts Academy
on the cliff edge,
is where you find her.
hooked by her toes,
her arms out-stretched to
a callow wingspan.
she is going to fall
& the inevitability is
exhilarating. you have a hand
where the blades contract
a hip at the sacrum.
her breath bends with the
current a chest carved
by sea salt.
your finger slips to the pit
between her clavicles,
feeling for the ocean’s
pulse. she unfurls her vacant
wings & you have a chance
to catch her. to have a flat palm
at the breastbone a steady
grip audacity. this is where
pride is mistaken for devotion,
honesty & where you’re acquiescence
kills her the flightless bird,
rapt by the wind tenderfoot
& in a breath
she falls.