The first fold across,
then two more to make a roof,
bend it back along the ridge,
two more folds,
and here sprout the wings.
Tongue caught in teeth,
she paints paper airplanes,
fingers dipped in paint
and smeared across cheek.
This one's bright red,
that one half orange,
half newspaper print.
Purse lips, fill air through the tail.
Then fly over the moonlight
on paper wings.
