Holidays
between the laptop and the phone
cookies and the bone
you rebound to come
face to face with the loneliness
after messages you've sent
the sounds of clarinets
marinate you
with your onliness
putting in so much work
into becoming unique
towering over
your own edifice
scanning the ground
worms in your beak
for tiny creatures
to comfort to kiss
stirring in your flock
they’ve already taken off
mocking in your thoughts
your own decision making process