NaPoWriMo Day 16

mockingbird you

put your
whole self in

smart ass
smart as
take your pick

repeat everything i say
adds a few phrases in my voice
–stop hitting yourself
it offers and
–i know you (are) but what am i

oil slick wings
a song of sanded butter
you grate on my nerves, blackbird
you vex me, jackson–you vex me

i will feed you bits of me
wrapped in freshly baked bread
still steaming from the oven
from my furnace-hot heart
you will shut that beak for good
when you have–

take, eat; this is my body

–been poisoned

what it’s
all about

11 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo Day 16”

  1. Great twist towards the end. You are always full of surprises. One foot in the everyday, then a sudden step into the metaphysical or surreal, and all very elegantly and effortlessly. Beautiful poem!

    1. Thank you so much. I think that sudden step into the surreal is where my brain usually goes. Not always a good thing.

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