clipped wings

you, the master of collages:
surrounded by your rounded
scissors, your scotch tape, glue.
pictures of me, pictures of you.
mountains at night, clouds in the sky
far away planets and galaxies.
you cut me out, you place me high.
but i want to cut myself out,
and paste myself near the sea
paste me below, no mountains
hills or trees
paste me on a flat earth,
paste me on a sheet
of 8×11, fluorescent white
paste me down, pick me up
see me just for me.

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