Taken from Wings

I inherited the strangest thing—
It was an airplane
that could not fly.
And it lived in a basement—
Two basements

It was called the
—Taken from Wings—
a dumb name
for an old, ugly, useless thing
taken from junk.

Made from tools,
old junk, cheap, ugly tools—
the wrong tools, the wrong junk,
built for the wrong purpose,
the—Taken from Wings—

It used the wrong fuel
It ran on something
called—Love—
This Frankenstein thing—
It was—Frankenstein Rejected—
what it should have been called.

You could still see the tools
in the Fuselage—
tools on the floor,
tools on the wings—
that were not there.

The—Taken from Wings—
was made of reliable ugly curse words—sometimes there,
reliable broken hammers—there,
reliable frustration—sometimes there,
reliable money—not there,
Reliable anger—sometimes there

The— Taken from Wings—
the airplane that couldn’t fly,
flew on reliable tender kisses
flew on reliable tender embraces
flew on reliable tender hope

The—Taken from Wings—
flew on being—a wanted thing,
flew on hands—that wanted to be held,
flew on wings—that wanted to fly.

—Frankenstein Rejected—
—Taken from Wings—,
that ugly thing
that couldn’t fly.

I want that ugly thing.
I love that unloved thing.
I want to hold her wanting hands—her wanting hands.
I love the wings—she doesn’t have.
I love her wings—I want her wings.
I want to give her tender hope—and wings
I love her hope—and wings
I love her wings
I love her