today in the middle of the road i saw a decapitated pigeon. it was lying on its back, clawed feet slack, downy feathers viridescent in the way pigeons' feathers sort of shimmer like northern lights.
it was startling.
i wondered where its head went.
and these days i feel the same as the pigeon in the road. not that i feel dead -- just that i wonder where my head is, too.
No comments:
Post a Comment