I thought I heard my mom talking outside this morning
but it was two birds at the front door.
Perched on porch banister.
Eyeing my father’s funeral wreath.
Maybe they wanted to nest in the fake flowers
or pay homage.
Talking to my sister last night, and she wanted my take on the Iranian protests, and I said it's all about colonial capitalism. Venezue...
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