If you cannot teach me to fly…

by Aki Schilz

Look for the boy
who barely fills the doorway
but whose body casts a shadow
wide enough to fling a net and catch
all the penny-wishes from every yesterday
you did not live with him; a shadow large enough
to drown in each time he presses his lips to yours
like a promise: a thimble-kiss, a never-never, always