The trouble with signs is they can be interpreted.
—K. Silem Mohammad
You can have this if you want it. I thought
it was a loaf of owl. Nah, I don’t think so,
it’s plain and kinda not cute and it has [gasp]
metallic legs. It was a vulnerable evening.
I even told Dean I was in love. Then Fred
poured drinks down our backs. Fortunately,
I realized a few things. Here’s a photograph
of Mom carrying a chicken and me proud
of my coat, rockin’ the spirit. Not culpable
in the least. Oh, to be a grown-up again.
