robin,
oh robin,
do you hear the window scream
each time your sunshine-tipped beak
tries to kill its silvery panes?
robin,
oh robin,
do you see the tiny cracks spiderwebbing,
rippling across the glass, fleeing the awful punctures
where your angry confusion was directed?
robin,
oh robin,
do you watch the destruction
with a pleased eye, thinking that your enemy is that much closer
to its demise?
robin,
oh robin,
do you really think
that your reflection
is the problem?
ugh it's raining again,
i text my best friend when i wake up & look out the window
onto an already gray & gloomy world.
rain rain rain rain rain rain rainy november like all
precisely one year ago i went to school after election day and felt like driftwood in an uncertain sea.
It's cold here, I reply to my grandparents when they ask how our week's going. It's cold, and wet, and already I am helping my friends put up Christmas decorations and string LEDs across their rooms, playing holiday music to try
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