bird’s eye view

the blue jay landed on my armchair
gesturing, harlem shaking, and
giving me that “muh fucka” eye…

and i love the stare you give
me from your window
not knowing if i’m available
or not.

you’re eyes, droopy from
a long day’s work, spring
to grand opening style,
when you see my face.

and so i look in the mirror,
and god damn!
no wonder you’re looking
so spry now.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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