Lyric with Nothing to Lose

Hemlock and Queen Anne's lace, 
bird's nest; long-toothed parsnips 

sunk in loose soil. Every world, 
every time I've lived through, 

has been edged with darkness. Our bodies, 
streaked  in rainforest hues: shadowed

by spoonbills, streaked bulbuls, 
bleeding heart pigeons. Yet even when 

unaware, my body was becoming fluent 
in defiance. Dear world, would you care

about what we'll call each other 
when no one is looking, listening?   

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