All She Needs

She floats over mountains stolen from
other planets. Beyond lies an aperture
into the golden sky, where they build
their own castles from blocks of flame.
She still lives in the darkening silver
spoon she was born in, wears a dress
of tears. Her heart is growing
its own jungle. She covers the face
she does not have with hands
that cannot feel. The pulsing flowers
that beat instead of wings lift only
her caracoles of hair. Without eyes
she looks away from the light
into everything else that glows.

©2005 F.J. Bergmann

"All She Needs" appeared in The Binnacle Ultra-Short Competition collection and can be seen on

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