I am a life on the wind.
Watch me as I soar.
Watch me as I sour,
Turning into what I want:
Candy mannequins.
Alone at picnics.
There are worse fates, I suppose...
Dresden fire bombings.
Asking if I'm gay...
Again? Again and again.
The endless refrain.
Bowler hates bowling
Weekly meeting with his friends.
Can't remember when.
Opportunities
Fall like ripe fruit, tripping them;
Weary are the blind.
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