Memo

Memo

attn: flock.
smaller cousins, 
desperately lifting,
need to justify your 
heart for you.
it will pass
when top floors 
are no more, for
bottoms crack, like 
what first led our 
species into each 
other’s watch 
at night.
if you 
cannot let go,
simply lower your 
brow when afraid
and someone will 
come to break you
in your loss.
they’ll 
whisper 
how it is to be
supremely human, 
to fall over an edge 
and be caught in
the sassafras
of others
falling.


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