Blackbird Poem by Luke Britsch

Blackbird



Two early mornings
and a chorus of blackbird.
I'm starting to think the acid
is going to my head?

'What acid? '
Remarked the
incredibly good-looking
fellow sitting across
from me.

I look up...
only to see myself
staring into a mirror. ☮

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