over the tiled roof next door
I’m going to get up out of this chair
and bow to our ancient neighbor
cursed and driven out of the temple
by his/her more worldly brothers
by his/her more worthy sisters
everyone gets a turn at scapegoat
everyone is pregnant and on drugs
in high school what else is it for
but with our dear cousin the moon
this is a permanent condition
of building up and wasting away
every day birthing another whelp
another world another day
a day like any other day
pink and blue and gray
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