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Sunburned, Broken Wings

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I am terrified
of sunburn, and breaking.
The day is young

and the day is old,
and I listen to
a cacophony
of birds,
and splashes
in a pool.
And the clatter of keys
on a Formica counter announce
that the angel is home,

and the angel is home,
and angels hold me forever,
and I return
to the house,
my shoulder blades
sunburnt
and broken.





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