wearing black

a flock of crows come to live in my house.
we play chess. we eat popcorn & watch horror movies.
controlled terror is my only comfort these days.
did you hear the police have marble eyes 
they are rolling through the city? i know every stone
is speaking the language of the dead. once you start
wearing black, you do not want to stop. it's an alleviation. 
the crows compliment me & ask if i ever considered
becoming a contract shadow. just for a night, of course.
i say i am staying amateur here. no need 
for perminance. the crows knit me black sweaters
& sew black dresses. soon, we are family in a bright eclipse.

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