The crimson-beaked finch

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The crimson-beaked finch
is a made up animal.
In the snowfield of your mind, I have walked a line of empty footprints.
Out of something that doesn’t-even-kind-of exist,

I have felt absence.
Time moves slower on a constantly accelerating train
not for you,
but for the man on the moon who watches you.

Baby girl, if you are to learn how to live,
you must first learn to be watched.

[I blame the god, the scientists, the kardashians and the drugs]

Like fire, Ma doused the bloodied underwear with vengeance and
I learned the stain of womanhood.

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