Closed
drainpipe ears pour a runoff of words
down the wall of a shaking head
onto feet that just walk off.
folded arms construct a bridge impassable to questions.
the slightest shrug of a bulkwark of shoulder
chews on a pretty wing.
a single twitch of cheek taunts flutters of hope.
maybe there is some emotion here, some reaction to pollinate?
but no.
small as nerve cells, stronger than any logic,
years of architecture, so much hunger behind it,
hollows out the ability to think.
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