Fulfillment
quit watching her stomach
she’ll eat when she needs it
too tight skin
different flesh
what’s in her pocket
what’s on her back
she could have bones like gelatin
all none of your business
pinch poke and probe
elsewhere
don’t pretend to care
you’re scared
you see her down there
launching without a permit
familiar fear
yours subsides
hers multiplies
it won’t last long
she’s read the posters
over and over
she knows
wax wings melt fast
tried on tin
way too heavy
like a brick tied around
a butterfly
aluminum would work
she can’t afford that
had to go with wax
exhilarated
out of the mud
fresh air
she can taste the difference
she swears it feels cleaner
regrets are for later
getting higher
adrenaline pumping
everything she ever needed
real freedom
climbing
never going back
simple as that