An Unnamed Bird
A
large bird
is sitting
on my shoulders.
It likes to lean left,
sometimes pressing its claws,
which burn like small pricks of heat,
all across my back. I must learn
the name of this burdening creature,
and most importantly. . . how to kill it.
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