We are all really something else
So why do we keep analyzing each other?
I talk as if I know what you mean and you
talk as if you know what I mean too.
I notice birds rarely tell the ornithologist
what they really mean. I mean
their songs or the way they fly, of course.
Birds don’t give a fuck what they think.
When did you forget you were a bird?
When did you decide you were an entry
in some anthology or encyclopedia
or contributor’s page?
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