feather raze it came out of the pillow that holds my head, a piece of plumage plucked from the back of a waterbird. the fan i let lull me to sleep each night guided it into the air, and it rained down on me and spread its vane across the j and k keys of my laptop — the initials of my hyphenated first name, and an admission that none of this is as serious as it seems. 220321 ... insouciant I found a painful feather Its iridescent black barbs Fine enough to leave tracks on my skin A brush for painting memories I’ve imagined wings outstretched in the moonlight Their span otherwise crowded by sunlight Able to breathe in darkness Able to rest unseen I dream to take flight in the night’s wind To watch the lights below while invisible in the sky To see what the moon looks like through the clouds Above the trees. 230621 what's it to you? who go blather from