Boomerang - Poem by Chris Tusa
Someone stole Satan’s hipbone
and flung it against the sky.
Now you ride the orange horizon,
a stunned, wingless bird
flying in circles, a broken halo
haunting the air.
You return like a savior,
like a cancer
that keeps coming back.
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