here is a clamored aviary
filled with children too young to
sound human.
a child-owl keens,
too-early wise with anticipation of
lifelong suffering
here flails a many-colored
screech-of-a bird,
angry from wings-lack,
furious at his inability to
fly.
a harsh-throated pigeon stares down
the gaping maw of dependence,
quiet-feathered with the sharp
pain of
helplessness
--
been taking salsa lessons. He's gonna give me half off ($25 instead of $50 !) because I love dancing so much. I wanna go to South America. I think of it as the dancing capital of the world. Except it's ... huge. So the dancing region of the world. whatever. This is my eighth day in a row of work. preparing myself for a MASSIVE paycheck in 1.5 weeks. I'm so done with school. I want to graduate. the end.
A song!
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