when people
talk about the
damaged
pigeon (how
to heal, the
best recipe)
I long to crawl
on my belly
and rest
beside her
and the bowl
of seed.
peck and feed
as calamity-howlers
profess full
is the world.
no end to
disaster.
hand to wing
she and I. our
bodies stuffed
with organ
meat. we sit
and shit
the bad
luck out.
to lighten.
before we
fly away
from this state
of calamity.
and visit
the horses.
Shit the bad luck out. Yes yes yes. This is so good.