Bundled

My scarf is not a scarf

but a persona cozy,

keeping us all tucked up

not fucked up, but loved

and loved, us tribe

of brothers and sisters. Strong,

our strength stitched

tight, our mouths and eyes open

like birdlings in the nest cawing

and calling together, until

we are satisfied 

in our continued survival.

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