hard
women, hard men.
they didn't live long then,
pushing plows,
building fires,
but it's an even
a shorter life
now. hardly a moment to
oneself.
the world is a flock
of birds
frenetically flapping
black wings.
scratching
at the roof,
building nests in your
hair.
hard women, hard men,
they didn't last
long then.
but our lives
are even shorter now.
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