LOSE
WITH EACH LOSS THERE IS LESS TO LOSE
Or is there more? On a pouring early Spring day
here in the North transported back to childhood
balcony Home to ghosts+ flea-ridden baby squirrels
Bring one in! Now littlest brother flea-bitten eyebrowless
Robin’s nest atop air conditioner next door Generations
of bird family our family survivor family live out lives in
quiet desperado-burb where schools close on Yom Kippur
+phonies eat pork on pretty paper plates
We just eat it with our hands Poodle atop kitchen table
joins in too 1st boyfriend says: you could get a fork in your
hand at supper Yes many tests of mettle in blue kitchen where
orange hanging lights with little holes like swiss cheese Very
Jetsons (if you are under 40 lose this poem)
Birds building nests bringing worms looks like feeding chicks
white regurgitate? You had to sit quietly for hours to notice It’s
all in the details See kitchen Calendar father’s striking script:
I hope I make it day of his quadruple bypass surgery
Yes details The ones never mentioned at fancy Cardiac surgeon’s:
Heart-Lung machines frequently cut off oxygen to the brain during
surgery leaving patients with varying degrees of impairment Father
made it but never re-appeared
In the end a bird-redemption hundreds of wrens gathered to take him
to his other home where the buffalo roam +the sky it ain’t cloudy no more
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Frankenstein circa 1984 Heart-Lung mo fo
2 days til Spring 2016 RIP d. bird coolest cowboy in the land
