"I've never been a text person." -- Passenger, Seattle Metro Buswe're one of the manically multiplying societies
of self-conscious (if conscientious) observers
creeping our way across continents
clogging roads
bobbing on waves
flapping our unflappable wings
at smaller creatures
& always wondering if anyone
notices our specialness
our journals are multicolored and come with perfume folded in
pretty pretty pretty pretty
how weird are we
how would we know
like monsters or actually monsters
stumble-bumming along
looking for friends
by which we mean
those who
resemble admire accept endorse
or otherwise
lick us like mirrors
multilingual people mock us
our obsession w/ no lingo
except our own & even that
strained reduced
to the few symbols needed to say
the few things we say:
BRB
SYS
WTF
we don't have time to learn
a goddamn foreign language
however useful or beautiful
we have to relearn ours
every three years
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