spiderbirds

spiderbirds

LILLIAN AFF

I watch the leaf stuck in circles, suspended like a mobile from a spider’s dusty web, a limited flight I conflate the sounds of the birds with a far-off helicopter until it fades off into the distance and I’m left with twinkling chirps and I’ve suddenly never felt more like forgetting myself wholly, completely so that I won’t be trapped in your suspension of my logic, restraint and movement I’m so constricted, jealous of the birds