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Migration

I never want to get any
More new things.
I wanna wear out these shoes white
And walk on the rug till it's perfectly
Colorless
To wear the shoes dark
Walking on an abyss that's been worn out
The shoes carry me,
I can’t help it,
I fly above the desert with no name

Credit


Copyright © 2017 by Ana Božičević. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 22, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem


“I found ‘Migration’ on my phone on the morning of November 15, 2016. I had written it in the middle of the night after a fugue dream in which I was a migrant, a bird, and a soul divesting herself of worldly properties, including my name.”
—Ana Božičević

Author


Ana Božičević

Ana Božičević is the author of Rise in the Fall (Birds, LLC, 2013) and Stars of the Night Commute (Tarpaulin Sky Press, 2009).

Date Published: 2017-02-22

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/migration