A Cargo of Green Hearts
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I woke up speaking crow
knowing the condition was not normal but going with it resisting nothing as my yoga teacher would say and so opened my mouth and let the beak-words the gargling- on-marbles-tongue out and listened as it filled the morning to the brim with charcoal and sharp edges and went about my day proclaiming the invincibility of numbers the flock of murder but and beneath the jackleg racket anxious about the impending night dark air dulling dark voice and the owls that would stalk me shivering branch to shivering branch silently their spotlight eyes unflinching as the moon. Comments are closed.
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