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every part of me
wants to make this right
except one,
and this time around
i'm listening.

six years ago
i saw myself in these birds
scavenging
whining
moving on.

today i am this broken bird
damaged
silent
alone,
dragging a broken wing,
watching in disbelief
confusion
as the other birds move on.

you saw that broken wing
and i...
i never saw it coming.

i made my peace
with these breaks
i must carry,
and i will not be broken by you.

i drag my wing across the sand
moving on.

zombie apocalypse
but i'm 
safe behind a wall
with you

we're laughing at my cat
chasing his tail
stupid thing
falls in disregard

but didn't we do the same?
i ran in circles
after you, in awe,
confusion, 
bewilderment.
uncertain of your next move
i fell
without knowing what i was falling for
i ran after you
with such dedication
attention you learned to accept
but in frustration
or uncertainty, or 
intelligence
i stopped,
lost all interest.

stupid cat
see how he just lies there now?
with no interest 
in his tail.

i lay me teddy bear on my cat's back. then the bear looks alive as it rides up and down with each breath. my cat doesn't even try to escape. and i think, crazy cat - you don't even realize the bear is holding you down.

the ants have not yet found my chips and salsa
the ants have not yet found my sweet recluse
i can escape you
scurrying around on the ground
as if you own me

i could start crying just sitting here
just because the ants on the ground can't walk straight
or because the flowers are so red
because the roses are wilting and the bushes will soon be bare
because the whitewash on the bird bath is chipping
or maybe because i'm me, lost and meaningless,
with no desire to put some effort into my life
because i have only ten fingers and
i still can't write very neatly with my left hand
because nobody understands and
i don't have the energy to explain myself anymore

there are ants outside again
ants
carrying things i can't even decipher
and i'm supposed to be okay with that
here i am
trying to handle my own insanity
when all i can really do is obsess
ants
obsess about the fucking ants
"the ants on the ground can't walk straight"

my cat covers his eyes as he sleeps
to shut out the world
or maybe just me