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Migration

You stuffed a sparrow
in my mouth
that everyone thought
was a mockingbird.

No matter how hard
I tried to explain,
I kept aspirating feathers.

I vomited a beak
and three cracked talons
instead of the migratory patterns
of Canadian geese.

Bile tears streamed down my face
in place of a penetrating glare

as my lungs exploded
into eighty three tiny mockingbirds.

Posted 04/04/13
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