A Blue Forgetting

a warm melting
of bodies together
undercover(s)—

now, harsh texture is
just a backpack
replication

and yet, to embrace
is to remember is
to remember to forget,

forget the nuances
of curving bodies
combined.

not because it
hurts to think
it

but because
it hurts to feel
it.

Bird

atop the rocks,
an indignant pose,
plume white,
grey,
cackling at

my inability to fly.

to see
the best views,
quiver
with feathers,
laugh back

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