Today I Am Feeling Radical about Hypothetical Things
Which Exist in a Parenthetical Way

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Today I Am Feeling Radical about Hypothetical Things
Which Exist in a Parenthetical Way

I have an urge to comb my hair

so I comb my hair and a bird falls out.

It is February, month of buses and slush.

I put my hat on and make an

I just put my hat on face to no one.

There is no one on the bus.

I pour coffee over my face and read a book.

I want to catch this bird

as it adjusts its fall into flying

without crippling its wings

and look into its eyes and

have a “mutual recognition” with it

or even communicate telepathically with it.

I caught you I’ll think. You caught me

it will think back, and I’ll hold it

until it stops shaking.

Then I’ll release it

and pull my arm back inside the bus

and the bird will be a bird ghost

and there won’t be a bus

and it won’t be February.