I Want Your Wingless Body, Your Solid Bones

The rest is feathers and ash

             

            

                                                                                  

I. Void

My father is not a swan. His bones are not hollow inside his flesh. The spaces between the phalanges of his feet are not spanned by delicate black webbing.

My father has never once trumpeted.

My father has no air sacs on his lungs. The doctor…