12/2/2021 0 Comments 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. 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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