Fly Boy 1 (of 2): EggDrop
April 8th, 2007
I’m flying over my hometown.
I’m flying near the grocery store.
The water sparkles but it’s not sun, it’s eyes watching me, and they need to stop.
I have so many bombs.
I have so many bombs, they’re waiting in me like eggs hungry to get born.
I’ve never felt so free.
It’s not my womb, it’s God’s.
What’s below me is life, but what’s in me is life, too.
