their plummage
before the storm,
And I can't see them
any more.
And do they even
do that anyway?
I don't know.
Think I'll double down:
Birds display feathers
Like flags as weapons
And I can't see them.
Drape myself in
pre-ordained
colors and revert
to self hating.
And I can't see me
Any more, any more.
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