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one of us is a bird
the other is a hound
we both fight for dominance
on top or bottom
in my mouth or hers
scratching and biting
scars we call “love wounds”

i put her feathers on a string and tie it around my neck as if to say I have won

she pulled a tooth of mine adorned it with a pearl hung it on a charm bracelet as if to say I had lost

I’ve lost some magic in my blood