Anne Cecelia Holmes & Lily Ladewig
I Am A Natural Wonder

You are seeing me like a new being.
My arms protracting to angles
of cloud matter. This requires talent.
An aviator on solid ground still floats
and, moving with purpose, I too deactivate.
All laws of geometry apply. I’m looking up
all wrong. Such mistaken eye-contact:
the edible flambé of morning. Haters
watch your backs. That scalding feeling
on the roof of your mouth was no illusion.
There are things you cannot learn from books.