rectangular pupilsMature

i think about octopuses a lot when i’m with you.
they are the smartest creature without a backbone
that we know of, but i think those studies overlooked you.
you blink at me, once, twice, three times, you don’t
say anything.  the suckers on your fingers and hands
work, i can see them mouthing the air around us.  but
you don’t ever say anything.

The End

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