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Annette Marie Hyder |
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My Voice is a Bird: Making Him Jealous Talking About An Ex Without even trying to my voice becomes a bird a bird singing of happiness. It flashes its yellow feathers and sings. His voice limps off the phone wounded. He doesn't know how sad I am when I get off the phone with him how quickly those feathers turn to blue how the bird chokes on its own song. So My Voice Is a Bird Again Only this time it dips and swings in closer to the predator or that which I perceive to be so the bird that is my voice decoys, distracts, fakes broken-winged to lead him away from my child, my heart, my feelings hidden in the grass of our conversation. And This Time the Bird That Is My Voice Shits all over the shiny red sportscar hood of your new accomplishment. Guess you shouldn't have parked there. [Index] |
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Thunder Sandwich #26 - Summer/Fall 2005 |
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