Birds in a phone booth

We were like birds in a phone booth

dead serious in our conversation
as if there was a more important universe

than the school from which we skipped
as the last letters of the class

where multiplication was a lament
and the bible a deadly book

in our past, ever the past
of inkblots and ideas

like birds in a phone booth
as if our conversation were the universe

we had nowhere to go.




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