Flying Girl / 2 Print

THE FLYING GIRL poem by Ari Gold The world was beautiful until you came in thinking you had no wing. Be pretty. Be tough. Be pretty tough. Pretty and tough and still thrown in a cage. You kneel in the aviary put on the lipstick. An ant is buried in the purple clay. The birds sleep beside you. You smash your reflection and glass rains down on their feathers. “It’s only me,” you say. The cage post pins your robot heart. You could stay here and dream forever mud warm against your belly, stench of overcooked cricket-burger in the air. Behind the bars of the cage, the cool night air raises a single string from the roof tarp. It rises, falls, rises. That string is freer than you. Breathe and push. Push and breathe. You ball your fists into the mud and push. You fly above the traffic asking do these demons chase or guard me? They are your flock completing the work of your grandmothers releasing your flight, rising from the broken glass asking the air to carry you over hard pavement pavement so hard it cannot resist the pushing of a single weed. Beauty is nature’s trick to get us to see. It is not hard to fly, when we awaken to our gentle power.

Print:Giclee on Photo Paper

Size:8 W x 12 H x 0.1 D in

Size with Frame:13.25 W x 17.25 H x 1.2 D in

Delivery Time:Typically 5-7 business days for domestic shipments, 10-14 business days for international shipments.