Spoken Like One With Impermanent Loss
by Magnolia Paisley
Darling, I’m a nightbird
who forgot her wings
in a world of creation
where these tools feel
unorthodox for my hands.
Darling, I feel no remorse
for your loss, you should
Have expected me to go,
for like transient murmurations
we humans with four hands
create something wonderful
with the eventuality
of something nothing.
Do not fret, our love
is not lost yet.
Give it time,
give it time,
for everything we made
to breathe and die.
About the Author
Magnolia Paisley is a male-to-female transgender writer and student enrolled to attend Reed College in the fall of 2019. She tries to keep her writing influenced by her own experience living and loving as a transwoman, while trying to not draw too much from her experience with gender dysphoria.
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