wanted to fly as an astronaut
his endless preparations included craning his neck high into the sky, taut
never spread its wings wide, never accelerated enough
to be among them, not motionless on the ground, tough, taken by the scruff, turned into a foodstuff
his days ended on the dining table, in soup, competitive onslaught
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
“I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.” Sylvia Plath
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