Lease You

Those wings you give me

Are architectural wings

I don't need a room

I need a hospital bed

To the army cot, beside you

Those contraptions are what they are

Mortal instruments for the mortals

The rest is a movie script

Hastily written and unwritten

I am sorry and sorry through

For those things you didn't do

For the episodes you didn't create

I have made a raft for you

So that you will stay focal

With glassy eyes and glassy lens

To capture is to recapture

You recapitulate that

I have broken those wings you give me

As skittles to hashed kitties

How to show these things in motion

Least from all those people, you

July 2025

By Aran Meredith