dry crackle

spoken lines
broken lines
token lines
and how we fail to see the difference

the machinery behind masks
subvocal mutterings
the spin a double sided buttered toast flings

we spin
we spin
we flip the wing

these words i learned
the birds returned
and the dry crackle
of the fire in the undergrowth of my throat

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