she is a lot of things:
a poem;
not Leav or Kaur but
something more complicated than words.
a gun-
a machine gun shooting somethings like flowers
or birds who chirpedĀ
and her song I do not have to understand.
I listen
with my eyes fixed on her beak while she speak.
I die
everytime her words pierce my ears.
She sings the same song everytime but when she does, I still close my eyes.
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