Wednesday, January 12, 2022

Lucie Brock-Broido

 

Photograph by Marion Ettinger

Birdie

I am Birdie now I don’t know why.
I squat at the edge of the top
of our rowhouse & I’m without wings I think.
Philadelphia isn’t gentle now. Bad things echo up
& down our neighborhood at night.
I think we wound the people of our street.
I am hurting myself.
I can’t tell time you know.

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