She could be anyone, this beautiful stranger.
She’s staring across the street.
At first, you think it’s you she’s staring at
(perhaps you’re getting lucky?)
but then you realise, no
she’s staring at something behind you.
You look round but all you can see
are birds.
Birds?
Why is a beautiful woman staring at birds?
You shake your head and carry on
to your office where you sign
a warrant to log
another forest.
originally published in the Birds Zine from Coin Operated Press.
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