blackblue bird head with such alert eyes
Athena Nilssen

I’m as goofy as the orange shower curtain
in the alivelit bathroom at night
trying to write what you are
like I can do that.

Big black crows
killed you
took your head with them.

I’d like to think you have a SOUL
but you’re more like a lettuce stump
dead or not
some impression of good, of right
that potential
why I believe in god
in the horror of things they’re
only horrible because there must be
an opposite or why would I
feel so bad
god in eating shit, god in the headless bird
god in the laughing manbodied crows
sitting on the fence
your pawsized head in a mouth
eyes foggy not open I don’t
know, plastic tub of water, my bread
your last meal

Fat pigeon beauty waddled to me
I would hold you in a bath towel
won’t take away the shock pain
the cords and ribbons detached
your blood a map

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