Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

I was born too much

prized for crucifying wings, fringing cilia
of everything, but now I’m a kind of pin
of everything, but now I’m a kind of pin
prized for crucifying wings, fringing cilia
prized for crucifying wings, fringing cilia
when you grab me and stab the beautiful thing
when you grab me and stab the beautiful thing
to keep it from leaving. The peace you feel
to keep it from leaving. The peace you feel
as I shine behind glass, —Erin Adair-Hodges
as I shine behind glass,
—Erin Adair-Hodges

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