mimicry & imitation
other skills I once imagined myself
to possess

when I was young

I knew a boy who could mask his voice
who could be anyone I needed him to be
and for that I loved him
the way you do as children

I could be a lover, but for
now I'm british now I'm french
now I'm a chainsaw ripping into
nothing, stumbling against the thaw

don't splinter as you young are wont to do
don't chip away under the weight of the machine
don't surrender or push east to satisfy history
don't be felled, but allow yourself to fall

because the way we hit the floor
or don't says more than these chainsaw birds
more than mimicry & imitation can undo

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