Chasing Tail

You kissed me like how you eat 
apples with mundanity and matte eyes. 
Your bra clasp is a cracked wishbone 
held by a child’s birthday prayer.

The last time you kissed me, 
I dissipated into smoke and leaves. 
You assembled me as an apparition 
like a breathless wish upon a star. 
But, from your fingers grew feathers, 
and you flew away from my love.

I’ll be the picket fence of your life. 
I’ll be the dog trapped under it, too. 
I am running in circles to catch my tail, 
in an attempt to eat the world whole.