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tamed crow:

we know you can

imitate

but

WHERE IS YOUR

HONESTY

HIDING

away stunted plains

   thirsty throat

    stuck dust smoke

     mirrors

sometimesidon’trecognizethesewordsanditscaresmetowonder

who

   is this

impersonator

inside her

   disillusioned cool high and

feigning depth

murky mismarked pool

dead cat dead leaves

   dying wasps

    cholera

time well lent

out to

lethargic love

   nests

slow

   drip soul

    nutrients

ineverwroteawillbutwhenidoi’lltellthem:flatlineme-

my soul is not

   the issue here,

it’s this body

       this flesh

       this consciousness,

bony knees itchy veins