Poetry by Cassandra Whitaker

                ​Frerk Meyer CC



This Happened on a Friday

A feather of starlight fell 
through the canopy of the forest road 
and I picked it up, the feathered light 
and tucked it behind an ear 
and bent my body like a cloud
taking up autumn’s breath 
in my thoughts and lifting up and up 
through old forest towards the eager curtain 
already drawing the act to a close, and up 
into their happy I expanded, the feather 
of starlight fluttering as I grew 
wise, blown up with glamour as starlight 
feathered me and feathered me after, following 
the wind, following hereafter.

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Cassandra Whitaker is a non-binary/trans writer from the rural south. Their work has been published in The Daily Drunk, and Up the Staircase Quarterly, among other places.
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