Somebody told me...

Somebody told me...
that humans have vestigial wings
and that the longing to fly
is a suppressed remainder of the
biological feature we once had.

Somebody told me...
that my dead words are dust
and should not be preserved by cottonballs and spray
and hung on the wall with glassy eyes and stiff fur

Somebody told me...
that broken hearts will leak
a river of red paint
we can use to make handprints on our kindergarten canvases

Somebody told me...
that we are all loved
and we just forget, from time to time.