I am tired of having hands
she said,
I want wings
But what will you do without your hands
to be human?
I am tired of human
she said,
I want to live on the sun.
Pointing to herself:
Not here.
There is not enough warmth in this place.
Blue sky, blue ice
I want
My heart back
I want to feel everything again.
- Louise Gluck, "Blue Rotunda"
> go home