When I’m home
the pigeons
try to fly
into my
bedroom
bringing their omen of death,
and when I come home
after work
I find their feathers on the windowsill.
The "end" is a coloring book
slowly being filled in
by wings
flapping
outta control.
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| September 2004 / Volume Five / Issue Four | ||||||||
| Jonathan Hayes | ||||||||
| Open Window When I’m home the pigeons try to fly into my bedroom bringing their omen of death, and when I come home after work I find their feathers on the windowsill. The "end" is a coloring book slowly being filled in by wings flapping outta control. |
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