illustrated by


by Taara Rani

february 2021

Lover is a Bluebird 

With strong red wings 

Feathers on a pile of ashes 

Skin marred with hidden slashes 

Lover keeps many fears 

Locked in an adolescent chest 

So close to skin, at last 

Yet buried in chains of the past 

Lover has been dipped in dark 

Locked in windows and sealed away

A casket made of eyes 

Lover lives as Lover dies 

Lover, I have not learned my lesson

I dredge myself in your circle 

As the Prodigal One makes a wastrel of me,

With this blindfold, I am unable to see.

Taara Rani is a local poet. They study at the University of Chicago.

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