two ducklings born in the same water
a plastic one whose energy cannot be corked
a fluffy one kittenish in its cuddling
living in a human shadow
trying to become the adults they need to be
waiting for their parent to show them how
I had a weird dream last night which involved me getting in a fight with two anti-choice sorority girls on a Planned Parenthood bus trip and watching two ducks (a rubber duck and a "real" one) being born and being mine.
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