Krissy Downing

On the stillest night
we will tie our strings
to familiar things rooted
in crumbling foundations 
We will fight not to float
straight up through
the roof’s ghost
We will wait
Still

On the stillest night still
we are still up until
the wind comes
to untie these knots
She will carry us free
our bodies abandoned
We will glide over cities 
We will drift parallel
We will give the dogs 
something to chase
~Qrissy