Conspiracy Theory


Shaunna McCovey

The birds have begun
to conspire against me,

begun to collectively
use the hood of my car

as their own private latrine,
a dumping ground for the

mixture of white and gray
they cannot bring themselves

to live with.
And who could blame them?

Surely an Indian would understand,
could empathize with

such an intrusion.
My car claiming

their space
as its own.

© 2003 Shaunna McCovey

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