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The evening sounds like a murder

of magpies and we’re replacing our cabinet knobs

because we can’t change the world but we can

change our hardware. America breaks my heart

some days and some days it breaks itself in two.

I watched a woman having a breakdown

in the mall today, and when the security guard

tried to help her, what I felt was all of us

peeking from her purse as she threw it

across the floor into Forever 21. And yes,

the walls felt like another way to hold us

and when she finally stopped crying

I heard her say to the fluorescent lighting,

Some days the sky is too bright. And like that

we were her flock in our black coats

and white sweaters, some of us reaching

our wings to her and some of us flying away.