"The steel between my thighs is lightning, and the breeze on my back is my wings. The blackness is an oil spill of indigo and cosmos spread before me. I is fire in my lungs, and each breath feel like it almost want to both drown and deliver me. I is riding so fast, I hear every conversation of every winged thing that prevail in the night, and it shudders a sparkle into my spirit, and I can go faster. My skin is glowing, and I is levitating over life, over myself, the hurt, the streetlights. I ain't understanding how gravity release me from the earth, but I is flying. I is pumping my thick thighs until they tingling, pumping and taking the sky into my chest and my legs and it is effortless, like I always know how to do this."