Soft-skinned HazardousA Poem by Zoe RaeSo naturally we go into dying. The calm is a big blue tinted lens, Tinted with dying. I don’t keep pictures because I’m afraid They steal light. Some people frame birds in flight These people don’t believe in warmth or mystery. I just want to lie here, wearing the sky across my head, And watch the abyss shake its a*s and smile Stupidly. My colors are protected by algorithms, I don’t know what I’m saying. My voice, can you Describe it? This bridge has pretty legs. I notice everything that might later end up inside My suitcase. I am an example of myself, a bird invented to veer off course, Of course. I will try to lie Differently, To wear my fatigue like a hat. It’s chloroform; it’s a closet. It's nice actually.
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