Poem: Pavonine

A poem about peacocks. Well, one in particular.

There isn’t much to say.
There isn’t really a relationship.
He comes to town and flashes his feathers, and almost everyone’s in awe.
But I guess I’m not. I stand by the door and make jokes.
Money is just something we kinda need, pesky hindrance —
not the trophy that lets people know you could win lots of trophies,
could change the rules of the game so tha…