Flying a Kite in the Desert
colours fade behind the Californian landscape,
folks in homes on wheels of their own making
dispersed across sandy openness,
shrubs dotting guidance for where to spend the night.
the man in my van strums soft acoustics and
someone in the distance sends the sun to sleep
with the flying of a kite.
kites always remind me of you
and I hate that
but I try not to hate,
instead I nod at the memories as they surface one after the other;
of grassy hills in Virginia
running topless with the wind
letting the string loose,
this is what I’ve been up to without you,
I am so free,
I am so free,
Vannigan and me.
except for the guitar behind me
being played by safer hands than
yours ever were.
those soft notes make me feel at home,
they remind me of you
and I hate that.
About the Creator
A multi-disciplinary artist, writer and sex worker's advocacy support worker, Taylor's cumulative practice comes together as a holistic exploration of identity, sexuality, and how the embodied subject navigates space and the natural world.
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