To be one of the caught you must first have a body that can be took.
Slowly I ate all the houseflowers, what good are dumb bodies.
I drank my fair-trade coffee, twirled my hair, and died lumpy royalty.
Only birds are a thing with feathers. God was a nasturtium head I bit off.
So were the birds. I can animate lifeless clay any hour of any day.
I would
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And the ending ... so good.
I've never heard of this poet before. I'll have to remember to check out more of her work.
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first time i've read her work too
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