Flightless Things by Christina Gleason I envy girls their prominent hips, those handles, slick and bony wings flapping towards other pretty birds. I feel mine, round and thick under cupped hands, these flightless things, waiting for those grounded.
I envy girls their prominent hips, those handles, slick and bony wings flapping towards other pretty birds. I feel mine, round and thick under cupped hands, these flightless things, waiting for those grounded.
