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A crow is perched confidently
on the apex of my neighbor’s house
black against blue
a bruise on the morning.
Who does it yell at?
Why are we yelling?
I smell my son cooking an egg
cracked on cold granite
like I taught him.
As I step from the shower
a spider pauses to watch.
I watch her right back
and imagine she’s afraid of me.
After using a musty towel
I sit in my bedroom naked
checking my skin
for black feathers.

© Trapper Markelz 2020

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