A Bird Flew Off & A Bird Flew Back

I wake & shop & walk & watch & I do not do anything in any particular order. The second sentence begins where it ends: you’re calling again, but it’s a dream, & it’s the worst of the worst for the first time, I believe. There are many ways to say many things & none of them mean very much to me. Do you remember the way to remembering everything that means something to you? I am watching or walking or shopping or waking & that is just fine—I’d rather fly & fly back than be nowhere at all. Nevertheless: fuck birds.

Parker Tettleton is a vegan Leo living in Portland, Oregon. He is the author of This Is A City (Ravenna Press, forthcoming), Please Quiet (Ravenna Press, 2018), Ours Mine Yours (Pitymilk Press, 2014), Greens (Thunderclap Press, 2012), & Same Opposite (Thunderclap Press, 2010). More work & information is here.

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