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She would like to tell you
Of how there was a bird
And how she was a girl
And how there was a story
And how she told it
--
Common dirty city creature, they said
Lurking on the stoops and windowsills
Of (absentee) 3 AM mothers and
(absentee)
3 PM sleeping fathers,
When the wind was sweet and song hung
From the branches of the oak trees
And she'd learned to pry the Absolut from their tired hands,
Hide their keys and hide her bruises
How to smile and tell her biology teacher
She'd walked into a door (again).
And breadcrumbs and crushed acorns that she scrabbled
From the cracks in the asphalt playground
Made her thin (thin thin thin)
Taught her how to ration the soup cans
How to borrow two quarters from her mom's pockets
And tell the lunchlady when she didn't
That she'd dropped her change purse into the gutter.
(Again).
Little rat with wings, had to wipe the blood from her nose
And water the shampoo she needed
To wash cigarette smoke from her hair
And every goddamn pore
She could have
Should have
Saved them the water bill
And used her tears instead.
Of how there was a bird
And how she was a girl
And how there was a story
And how she told it
--
Common dirty city creature, they said
Lurking on the stoops and windowsills
Of (absentee) 3 AM mothers and
(absentee)
3 PM sleeping fathers,
When the wind was sweet and song hung
From the branches of the oak trees
And she'd learned to pry the Absolut from their tired hands,
Hide their keys and hide her bruises
How to smile and tell her biology teacher
She'd walked into a door (again).
And breadcrumbs and crushed acorns that she scrabbled
From the cracks in the asphalt playground
Made her thin (thin thin thin)
Taught her how to ration the soup cans
How to borrow two quarters from her mom's pockets
And tell the lunchlady when she didn't
That she'd dropped her change purse into the gutter.
(Again).
Little rat with wings, had to wipe the blood from her nose
And water the shampoo she needed
To wash cigarette smoke from her hair
And every goddamn pore
She could have
Should have
Saved them the water bill
And used her tears instead.
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This is in no way related to me personally. But I've decided I want to challenge myself, and write a series of poems about this character.
Everybody, meet Phoebe.
Everybody, meet Phoebe.
