Strained to see golden carp
through pond scum
& somebody’s lunch
Some orange angel twitched six legs without lifting
from my shoulder I could see
gold fur body & untorn wings
Still couldn’t hear
silence
Sirens turned to song
under harsh jay calls
Still didn’t think
of your blue lips
until I got on the train
and really couldn’t reach the bars
the way I once pretended
so I could touch my head to you
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