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The Hawk Kitchen 9:11pm
Something Broke Tonight:
It Wasn’t My Heart
It Wasn’t My “Nerves”
It Was A Clay Parrot
One Of A Non-identical Pair
hand-carved from Africa
used as falling-down bookends
By My Mother
Ornaments By Me
well, One got tipped off the top
of My hand-made doll cabinet
— landed on Its Beak —
that was It — crushed
pulverized & shattered
I Needed That
