poor
bird
a tube of eyelash adhesive
gathering dust on a
bathroom
shelf
a guitar case propped in the
corner
neither of us
are sure anymore
if there is a guitar inside
or if there is
not
untested words in a
peeling black
cardboard case
stuck
behind some
dresses in a
closet
pictures that I have burned
and
buried and forgotten
abandoned
now useless
things
thank
you
I am glad
you have something
so fresh and
new so full of
potential
with a big maybe future
and I am glad you are
so
fucking filled with
joy over what
you have
killed
pummeling down the
road in your stupid
SUV and
laughing
in your stupid
imagined
luxury
ignoring
a brave
young bird
broken in the street
one wing shivering
bloodied in
protest
beak wide as if to
scream but
sing no more
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