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"My Addresses" by Bo Rahm



1: The Pigeon and the city 

Sure, let’s stand on the corner. 

Grow, 

Your beak demands bread, 

So grow. 

Whoever told you, lies, 

An architect of you 

IS implied. 

You are in this city how I was once in a womb. 



2: Rooster 

This is my Rooster. 

Sit on the bench 

Here, he’s ancient. 

I find it an honor 

He’s so aware 

That I am here. 

If I could read his tail 

It’d be a Dinosaur novella. 



3: Getting to know Ame

Gentle Ame on the sidewalk, 

Let’s talk. 

I carry sheep fur. 

Should it be 

A cumulonimbus coat 

Or my beard for now? 

Cup my chin and 

See how well we fit. 

Regardless, 

I am not the best porridge in the house, 

Little bear. 



4: The unreliability of memory 

Flying saucer; 

Land here, 

Next to the dark 

Beside the car. 

My fingerprints do 

Cover you. 

As though I grew 

You in my garden. 

Pruned until proper 

And I saw my face.



5: My dying Egyptian cat 

You’re a good cat.

Can I be honest? 

For your next win 

Death will breathe you in. 

Pyramids and kings 

All need skins 

Just like yours. 

I must ask, 

“What do you think of your newest free son, King Tut?”

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