Flamingos, Also Why I Can’t Breathe

gauzed-up hearts still beat beneath band-aids

if i bottled this hesitancy the breaths we take before

would the neon pink break the glass

snapping into stars and

a quick escape into the galaxies

don’t slip like sand between

the same fingers you put in your mouth

 

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