george


the dead bird is still outside, the poor thing

if it is there when I get back I am taking it home with me

make a necklace out of it’s bones…

Last summer I found a dead crow on the sidewalk.. beer was there
it helped me stab the bird, I stabbed the dead fresh bird in the heart
carried it around my apartment stuck on a 5 inch blade
named him george

I wrapped him up in toilet paper and buried him
in the blackberry bush
after I took his beak
soaked it in alcohol
made a necklace out it’s
bones
feather’s in my hair
it was a perfect night
I miss George

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