plein [Y]
(v)

in one respect
it’s a mistake

that instinct screams
no pregnancy
is possible

but that instinct
never delivered

it’s not merely
look out for each other
company
for forty years
if bloody lucky

it’s a joint project
of living

dammit i’m a crow
no the nest
she is
she’s the nest

the sea
the sea’s my friend
the friendly scythe
that harvests





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