The Birds
what i’m doing today wishing i was
with the bronze winged pigeon cousin
she’d make me laugh the hairless cats
the dachshund made of ball bags pickled
grey pink asked her once if an animal with
hair arrived at their place would they shave it
she made that face that went back years
crossed the generations we are the arms
the legs the bodies mouths
of laughter hiding feathers
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