they are miserable creatures, to be honest.
they flap and flutter and cause the nerves to ache
but then, a simple dose of answers can cause them all to fly away.
does anyone have an answer to spare today?
a girl once taught me the pleasure of certain words.
she'd say 'use this in a poem'
and i would grin and do my best to please her
because she could be pleased by certain words
a woman once taught me to hate nothing
and i followed her advice
which was sleek, and slender and shot out from beneath her bottom lip
like renegade dice on the green felt of my mind.
and i thought to advise her that what she saw was not really felt at all
but wool and nylon pulled tightly over her eyes.
because she was a woman, she already knew my lies
and taught me to love everything
so when the questions open their rabid mouths
and sink their curious marks into my neck
i have with me the crucifix of a girl
and the stake of a woman
and the light of a suspicious moon
to lead me home
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