Birdy Mag & Family By Shaleen-Vanese Figueroa I read all too much into issues. No remorse, no regrets, no tissues. If you're broken, I'll fix you. Ten toes down, from the bottom. Here's "hint-hint" & clue; No misuse. Don't dare get it twisted. A compliment where compliment is due. A sheer pittance - my dearest Boo-Boos. Extravagance, galas, and unabashed flattery... No "hint-hint". No "clue-clue". Ok, And if I clued it, Baby-Love,: Would ya lose it? Diamonds, and pearls, and gold bricks? Are you cold, callous, and bored? Do you loathe, right down to your core? Are you a glutton for pain? And just always wanting more? A lyrical memo, Red-eye jettin' to the masses. A style, swag, and imprint to last. Class, tact, facts, & facts. An intro of me to Birdy Magazine, Us birds flock together, A magazine, Just like my nearest family member. EMBLAZONED By Joddy Murray In one salad you see our eyes, our tongues bent in partial curls like potato chips— half-spoken and thumping with an aboriginal beat. Sometimes embroidered on skirts or flayed cuffs is a declaration: time monogramed. In hindsight, you bend your day, your husky reality voiced and emblazoned with broth, with bone. Boiled down. Reduced. Concentrated like sight. 33
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