Once I came home each day
and was met
with screeches of joy
tiny arms squeezed my neck
now I only sometimes read
where they are
and how much they need.
Thursday
Tangents are My Teaching Style
There was a time
when we ate birds
fucked with trifles
minced our words
reminisced
made our beds
and changed our minds
about absolutely everything
we ever said
those days are
behind us now
we have no use
for traps or fowl.
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