My Sparrow Head

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My Sparrow Head

All the clamor

sparrow heads slamming

against my sliding doors.

Surely someone’s dying

just around the corner.

The phone rings

in dead of night.

Blindly

I crack my head on a mirror

and see that it’s me.

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