I Want to Tell You About My Life

The important thing to know

is that my parakeets were all named Benjamin.

I buried each one

under a tiny-bird tombstone.

Every Saturday I took a taxi to the cemetery,

tapped through ornate gates adored with filigree

to visit my dead.

I made myself comfortable

on an iron bench and tattled tall tales

(mostly lies)

but parakeets are gullible, full

of good will and afeared of confrontation.

I said to them let me tell you my dream,

let me describe the philosophy of trees

and the anatomy of right thinking.

They answered, we’ll sing along akimbo.

About Karen To and Fro

Everything you didn't want to know about me!
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