If Icarus Were A Woman
If Icarus were a woman,
she'd fashion her wings
from Phoenix feathers,
not wax, and blaze
across the startled
sky like a firestorm
of Scarlet Macaws,
scorching even
the squinting
sun to melt
and
fall
to
earth,
and
not
her,
not
ever
her.
For Cathy, Celia and Raney, and all the women who earthquake and spark my life.