painting by marlene vine (marlenevine.com), poem by roy herndon smith
the core delusion is
that I am here
and you are there
―jenny offill
children chase chickens
there, in the coruscating
egg, while, here, we sit
they raise a squawking
ruckus; we cluck quietly
sometimes, one of them
crows; we, brooding in
our fluffy humility
never, ever crow
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