Sonnet for Trans Lifeline & February 2017

by Sam Rush

& for Kai

It snowed last week & the clouds slept lower.
I wonder where your body went without you,
who unraveled it & what came falling 
from their mouths. I think of you; a weighted 
sky; dirt, loosening itself in welcome; 
what it is to bury: to deem ready 
to give back; to kill: to call a body 
just a body, to turn to flesh & name 
the rest, the lost, the still of us fever
dream prophecies of flightless birds 
about the heavens they can’t reach. We know 
the sky was falling long before these days. 
It’s just, it seems, the ground thaws out softer 
for us, now. Hungry or buckling or kind.

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