We were a flock of doves but we weren’t white enough.
We became gold pigeons perched on a concrete overpass,
scavenging without searching
just deciding who to shit on
We claimed new rocks- named our own winds
We became predatory and solitary and longing
thinking without asking
clutching heat and bone
empty but not lacking
Remember when we were us, and me and I were parts of you him and her?
The phone went dead. I am a raptor.
i like this. a lot.
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