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Useless (Eaters)


A speckled pigeon lands near my feet
I see her as a dove
I've always been a magician
good at this
make-believing all of life's details into
something different and new

magical thinking
doesn't necessarily improve the overall outcome
but manages to improve just the immediate moment

I crumble the entire muffin
that was in
the waxed paper bag
the warm smell spreads like a cumulus cloud
perfumes the brisk autumn air
with cinnamon and browned butter

the pigeon is hypnotized
transported
soon
she sidles up to me
as I scatter the bag's contents

she begins
cooing like a dove
she's telling me
she's more than alright
with my unspoken compliments
its been hard for her
living this way
being thought of as a rat with wings
she's so weary of the malignancy
and the indifference of being looked upon
as one of her kind

I understand
the world has made the two of us
into useless eaters



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