Adelaide

Was walking on
her own street when
a bird flew in
to her forehead
like to Fabio
on that roller coaster
when he came out
all bloody — for Fabio
it had been for
promotional purposes
except the blood and
the bird — a mistake —
he was mad —
for Adelaide it
was sad her mother
worked outside the
home her mother
was a person in
an office and not
home to clean up
Adelaide's head
which was red from
all the blood from
all of the bird.

This is why I love you.
This and this and this.

Amanda Nadelberg
The Canary
Number 5

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