i wanted to open the dove
and let my hands fly out
to make a butterfly-shadow,
so that if i was caught in a lie,
there would only remain ends
of radius and ulna,
and even if i pressed
them to paper
and scrawled a cover story,
you couldn't read the indentations
from where you're standing.
instead, the bird perched
on my lips was a pigeon.
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