Of Flying and Falling

 

Florence, Italy, 2011.

Florence, Italy, 2011.

 

Last night,
I dreamt of flying.

The catapult
from your lips
sent me soaring:
an endless trajectory;

the presence
of your absence
set my world
in oscillation;

a deluge
dispossessed,
breaching levees,
the left of my chest.

Tonight,
I find myself falling.

– Agnes Chew

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