i feel a tethered kinship, traced back to the same rib.
we shattered it
nurtured by identical calcium fragments. now
our bones, renewed, merge at each contact. were You ripped away from me in my sleep?
or i Yours?
reality warps in ecstasy,
the salt of where Your wings once
the first taste of blood
gather a final
take my hand and untether.
Nora Schimpf is a graduate worker and disaster bisexual in Louisville, Kentucky. When not trapped in data analysis, they can be found in local parks and coffee shops. Her poetry is a dedication to renewed life and romance.