Book Release Party

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Book Release Party

When the sky falls for me
I’ll take off my glasses,
lay my head in your lap,
ask you to read poems aloud
from your latest chapbook

Bitterness, the spit of regret--
spilt beer, balls kicked.
I no longer tongue
the floor for leftovers,
I’m tired of pecking

I learned it late
I learned it from a sick pigeon
laying in a girl’s lap
as she read poems aloud
from her latest chapbook

When the sky falls for me
hold me like a favorite dream,
release! like a favorite dream.
For you, the Spring comes.
Your sky, young and strong.