Head full of ciphers,

fist full of stars,

she hears

the unsaid,

speaks

with a cynic’s

tongue.

Elbows sharp’d

against all storms;

her shoulder’s chip

maintains its buff

and shine.

Burr of flesh,

angled thought, or

heart’s constriction –

real,

perceived;

We understand

each other.

Her shadow

ascends,

extends –

 

I stand

 

in the

light.

 

 

— C.Birde