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Human Hatchlings - July 22, 2022

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jul 22, 2022
  • 1 min read

they text faster

and much more

than they converse


thumb a morse code

pluck a shorthand emotion

from a picture album

with a finger flick


like chickens in a barnyard

never looking up

beaks pounding the dirt

speaking in peck


‘til an awkward moment

bumps into them

forces an eye to eye

a face to face


breath versus hot breath

with a mean rooster

a hen in distress

or some flirting with another


frankly

I’m not seeing

any future technology

where that ever gets easier

 
 
 

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