It was days before I saw him again body broken on a golden dish legs propped in the air. He stayed there a long time. I peeled a pear in his honor left the rind in the sink and watched the fruit flies hover like hummingbirds. And I think of my crane fly legs too long wings like a cheap kite wobbling and unsure of the wind. Like the man I watched for twenty years find his way down the staircase every day legs crushed against the bed frame, the air he stood on, my crane fly, my King Midas.
Crane Fly.
Muradyan, Luisa
It was days before I saw him again
body broken on a golden dish
legs propped in the air.
He stayed there a long time.
I peeled a pear in his honor
left the rind in the sink
and watched the fruit flies
hover like hummingbirds.
And I think of my crane fly
legs too long wings like a cheap kite wobbling
and unsure of the wind.
Like the man I watched for twenty years
find his way down the staircase every day
legs crushed against the bed frame, the air he stood on,
my crane fly, my King Midas.