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dead pigeon poem, 2005
let’s talk shit
about the guy next door
i write about dead pigeons.
they fall on my notebooks,
collapse stricken onto my laptop,
refusing to dissipate until i write
their eulogy.
i called in an exterminator (the wrong
person to do the job, but oh well)
and he said it was just a problem in the area
i would like to move
but the kids are happy and the husband is happy and we
have a small terrier named skippy
-May 2005, to Beth, found tucked into an old poetry notebook