We here who are on this page agree
no couples court, no dual digits
no bar stools of pairs,
crowding the perfectly good
tables
We firebirds, we peacocks
we pigeons crashing into windows
We feel bad + good + graceful
our voices change
from gold to gravel
sultry or infected,
depending on
the light
taking the temperature, putting grass against the wind
sifting for it: something else
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