21.02.17 - 3:43 p.m.

in this weird town, things are marked by
weird events, and the bird parade is one.
the last time I saw G, there, when she looked
like a spectre, there were chickens wheeling by
in covered wagons and walking by, harnessed
while she stood there, wispy haired, blonde
as she never was, ill and scary, and P held the baby.



Genevieve of the chickens
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