Secret Ingredients
Deception
i look at myself
and listen to my own lies
praying that they’re true
–
reflections-
outside my window
a magpie
Adulting
your small fragile hand
once grasped so tightly in mine
now a hardened fist
–
clear blue sky-
learning to fly
on the way down
Crowd
moving through the crowd
the air fetid and stinking
rancid in the heat
–
underground-
pushing in
before the close
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