The Pigeon
I was taken aback
When she said
She loved pigeons
Of all things.
Since I'm a jerk
I shared with her a poem
I once wrote about how much
I fucking hate pigeons.
She was disappointed but
Still laughed. A loud gorgeous sound
Filling the makeshift bar patio
We were sharing our first
Drinks together on. She hit me
With a coy smile and evil eyes.
"Now every time you see a pigeon
You'll think of me." She said.
The next day
One of those apathetic feathered rats
Crossed my path. I saw it and suddenly heard
That laugh of hers. I saw her luscious
Red hair and those multicolored
Eyes. I saw her drunkenly reciting
Shakespeare and telling me
I need to read Tolstoy and Jane Austen.
I saw the one thing in New York City
I've always been disgusted with
And it was now so beautiful.
