I Want to Tell You About My Life

The most important thing to know

is that I buried each parakeet

under a tiny tombstone.

Every Saturday I take a taxi to the cemetery,

tap through ornate gates adored with filigree

to visit my dead.

I make myself comfortable

on an iron bench and tattle tall tales

(mostly lies)

but parakeets are gullible, full

of good will and afeared of confrontation.

I say to them let me tell you my dream,

let me describe the philosophy of trees

and the anatomy of right thinking.

They answer, we’ll sing along akimbo.

About Karen To and Fro

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