today, the maintenance man took the bird you left for me outside my window.
i kept it right where you left it in case you decided to return,
but the option is gone now.
i still see you in every stray,
hear you in the wind,
and check for you behind every bush.
my ears, eyes, and arms are still ready to receive you
if you ever come back home.
lola won't even touch your food dish.
we're all waiting,
prodigal son.
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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