14.2.19

5 out of 9
late December
The tune of the heat pump screeched a friendly chickadee’s song as it happily easily leaped from person to person onto heads + shoulder + hands + head + on + on coming towards me - she landed on the top of my head + immediately got tangled in my hair I was in need of assistance because I could not see to help set her free the chickadee screamed calling in a cloud of locust swarming like a pitt crew insisting on rotating the crop of ideas determined to dissolve + take back a concept that was never that great to begin with.

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