girl unfurled

the birds are chirping,
chipping away at sleep;

only got a few hours in
before the doublespeak.

forgot to close the windows
and the blinds and the reach,

and this paint-by-number
speakeasy too easy to speak.

i keep hearing
wait and see,

i keep trying to
drink tea,

but i still can’t dance;
you still can’t sing.

can you see this flag i’m waving?
girl unfurled down at your feet?

you lick at my occasion,
at my naked symmetry.

my piano is a garden but
i’m not growing a damn thing.

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