The garbage can is full again. I drag it inside and empty it over the floor, adding to the foot of water already standing in the house. The bathtub and the sinks have been running nonstop fo
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Dear owl on my keychain,
Your round tummy
is a comfort to rub.
And now the painted words "El Salvador"
are ingrained in my fingers.
Your feathers were a red brown,
fresh from the package.
Now they are gray
from pocket-affection.
I panicked
when you lost your wing.
I would have kept you
with or without it.
The glue took ages to dry,
Will it stay? Will it not?
Now one wing is off kilter
It's part of your charm.
You are the only accessory
dangling with my keys.
You are the reassuring bulge
when I sit down.
I miss my brother.
I'm glad
he sent
you.
Your round tummy
is a comfort to rub.
And now the painted words "El Salvador"
are ingrained in my fingers.
Your feathers were a red brown,
fresh from the package.
Now they are gray
from pocket-affection.
I panicked
when you lost your wing.
I would have kept you
with or without it.
The glue took ages to dry,
Will it stay? Will it not?
Now one wing is off kilter
It's part of your charm.
You are the only accessory
dangling with my keys.
You are the reassuring bulge
when I sit down.
I miss my brother.
I'm glad
he sent
you.
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