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Laundry

by Christine Jupp about a year ago in surreal poetry
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Christine Jupp

Laundry
Photo by Paul Engel on Unsplash

A pigeon hit my hand

today

As he flew up I could feel

A small soft head,

Bump and brush my knuckles.

And quick wings took him away

above the walls,

the people.

me.

I could feel you in my mouth

two days ago

brushing my face

aside

Fast breaths

Blue hair

Blonde eyes

And the old woman

hangs our laundry

smiling.

I can still feel him grab my

arm

Last week.

Rough hands

that hate me now

Liquor eyes,

sad breath,

and a thumb digs

desperation into my cheek

And I fly,

above him,

the people,

and me.

surreal poetry

About the author

Christine Jupp

I call Portland my home, even though I don't see it often.

Mostly poetry.

Some prose and short stories.

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