I approve of caged animals
thrashing, the flashing
of white teeth and red gums,
the ragged splinters of ceilings.
Don’t go, you plead, I am
boneless and top-heavy and
there is something fearful
behind my eyes. Absence
is a mirror I can’t break.
Sometimes,
a wing-plucked insect
flinging itself against the sky
is better than a bird
who does nothing
but sing.
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