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I used to think of myself as a blue bird

Constructing a nest with a partner for life

Eating fruits and collecting spiders

perching, pouncing, swooping, watching

Raising my young in a nice comfortable yard

Then my partner decided to osculate with two others

Right before my eyes

This moment seared my heart, made me sick

leaving me profoundly hurt and numb

leaving me insecure

Leaving me with feelings I hadn't felt since the break up of my first love when I was still a teen

Now, I'd like to be a Tasmanian devil

live in solitude, be fast, endure, eat with other devils and defecate in a communal location,

Like down his throat!