somebody left the gate open.
can’t you see? they’ve all been saying.
it’s. right. there.
that open gate.
but this girl, she don’t see.
she can’t see.
she hears them shouting at her,
something about an open gate,
and wings and keys and flying
but she’s still trying to stand on her own two feet
so why all these words about wings
and open gates
when all she can see is the walls.
she gave up on looking for the cracks long ago
the light still gets in
there must be a way