Flutter
He rejected her already but changed
his mind and hinted and winked (okay the winks
were figurative but there was a winkishness
to something in his shoulders and his chin
if not in the literal flutter of an eyelid)
and she flinched knowing now it’s time
to confess that the rejection made her happy
and free and she had plans, plans and freedom
to open up the boxes in the closet and blow
the dust from the boxes in the closet and hook
the hollowbone wings on her scapulae
and fly (not that she could take off from the ground
she needs to climb something tall and just topple
and swoop and almost fail and fall and almost
die but not quite. Not quite).