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windowsill bang
is
it 28
is it
12 plus 18 ?
an odd
number ?
birds
love these wires
bone
bumps in the back of my neck
but
i can hear wings—
an
even?
the glowing angles in
this house . .
inflexibility
creaking
19?
thirteen?
i want to wake i went to woke
and i want the bone connection
to be gelatinous to be able
to prove i belong anywhere
the
2 bird shapes
arced
like one so at first
i thought
it's stretching was
a critter
with a longer backbone
acting
out
but
it separated and
one
jumped its head up and down
as
it called.
the
other stared. three? 600?
there's
this huge winged being
there's
this blue house
there's
a fir tree with its
assortment
of snows
and josephine, one-and-a-half eyed cat
wincing
as a cupboard door closes.
there's
a flute of wings
20
feet out—even with her.
i
do not believe she's
seen
its black channel
ending in tail.
i haven't seen the end to
every instinctual chase.
wire
bird.
(ire
ird
bire
wird)
things
are from different
evolutionary
pushes,
being
together at times with no complications,
pretty
still and
very
quiet.
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