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The tips of my toes drown in the bathtub

do you think hawks get lonely, when their main relationship is predator eats prey?

a hawk, a pigeon, and a hummingbird flock into a bar

my roommate’s getting on my nerves, taking out her day job on me

if this book flops, what’ve I got to live for?

the hummingbird only understands the hawk as a monster; the pigeon feels the same

but nectar to a pigeon may as well be puddles in the lane

while the hummingbird knows it as their singular life claim

out of the corner of my eye, I keep watching the drain

I’m ready for something, but the only places I go are so I can spend money

have I slept longer than four hours straight in years?

I like to keep my secrets, but I fear Google’s plundered them all

time keeps on ticking and who I was feels unreachable now

kill it, spill it, tuck it in under dead of night

dread of knight, trimming nails so these fists fit inside gauntlets

armor up, shields out, I’m not ready to die

the gauntlet in the crucible melts

to the hummingbird, the pigeon and the hawk might both be monsters

am I the night or the knight, melting under the clock

we might all be monsters

steadily drowning under rising water

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