once deflated they mistook it
for the husk of some malnourished creature
then again through the trees tinny music
softly weaving as crickets try to pull
each step I twice take each breath then
with someone else’s questions and
all the stones those quaint devils buried
beneath the soil then the voice of
a favorite actress in a cartoon
one day I’ll open my mouth and butter
flies catbirds but the sponsors don’t care for
these dark wings and more trouble was
certain which you would have known if
you followed me but never mind
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