June 25, 2006

cuckoo

she abandoned her secret,
she threw it at me –
an eager pipet.

i hoarded it up,
waiting to crack it
in the warmth of my room.

i got all messy
in the yolk of pity,
licking my talons
to feel i was growing.

if i had nursed it
and the egg had burst open,
the bird would have carried me out of the window


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