Pigeon Superstition

I saw a pair of pigeons
fornicating on the concrete
in San Francisco.

I think they might have been into
BDSM, leathers and chains,
but they left before I could ask.

Bummer, cause
I wanted to write a poem about
how they did bondage with wings.

Then again,
they might’ve cursed me
if I’d asked,

made me infertile
or have my period
for seven years straight,

something like that
for all my impertinence
and bullshit.

April 23, 2014

Day 23 of NaPoWriMo

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