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The Interdisciplinary Work of Lyss England

I was laying in the grass
and I saw one single bird
fly across my line of sight
wings outstretched
sunlight glaring off it’s feathers
which were black
like my hair
spread around me like a halo
weaving through blades of grass
while the bird weaved
through the tree line
shrieking at the barn cat
things were simple.

Once,
I felt part
of something
but
I didn’t feel
part of myself
just part of
outside of me
body lost below me
untouchable
except to anyone else
no room
left for me.

So I’ll just be grateful for birds (for now)
ones with wings that blend
into the night sky
of the new moon
ones that exist
simultaneously with the clouds
the trees even
the lake
when they need/want it,

something like
the opposite of dissociating
something like
the opposite of this
jaw-clenching reality
this existence I’ve tried
to  opt out of
until now.

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