In response to:

(Audre Lorde, Poem: New York, 1970)

 

She asked, “How does the we-bird see/ that lost its I’s?”

 

My answer:

See we the wee concerns of our perceived collective

An endangered species, we die in packs

“knowing” that nothing else matters.

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