haven't yet put down roots so
much as feelers,
tendrils from my toes and tips out
out and out affixing to
telephone wires and poles the birds
have just begun perching aside
me, their eyes all shiny and black and
questioning my grasp mangled
upon their perch.
Please i beg
Oh where do i grow from here my
tips and my toes
are searching, itching.
If only i could rest here myself just
a little while longer i
am so tired and so young.
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