The Alien Bird
when I die I will send you a sign
this was from my grandma who was eighty-nine
I will send you a bird that looks like an afghan, okay?
I thought this was hilarious, on a warm summer Tuesday
she died within the month and a bird came to me
it was a loud ugly thing, with a ruffled beak you could see
looked like an alien bird with a crocheted neck and face
by crackee, grandma had done it, and she’d done it with grace
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