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A boy named Never

Postat i Poesi 2012-03-23 13:44 | Comments(0) |

My chest is a birdcage
where two canaries perch,
chirp, and preen their feathers

Today, a little boy came to my door
I thought he was selling chocolate bars for class
but he didn’t say a word, just pressed his tiny hand
through my sternum, precise as a surgeon

He pulled out one of the canaries
walked away, humming a lullaby
kissing her soft yellow head

- Jeanann Verlee

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