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PILORI - BIRDS IN ROW

with our hands

we glued it

a paper boat

folded from filigree stationery

set afloat on desire with ambition

until saturated

it wilted

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with our wings

we built it

the honeycomb

sticky golden home for both of us

bless his heart, the beekeeper got greedy this year

and as summer ended

so did we

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with our gun

we drew it

blood red stippling

vivid and expressive- we called it art

but it was dreadfully hard on the nerves

the scar is permanent

unlike us