How To Wash An Owl
my last year as a fairy tale
(an age-old orbit
the film is in the can
what do you cancel)
more wing than you think
flying in the kitchen
the dream of wild eyes
it was a surgeon
that lost its children
now hungry for fingers
how did I forget
what it takes to play
sometimes to walk out
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