“Yes, I do have a bird on my shoulder,” the officer said.
“How long has it been there?” I asked.
“So long,” the officer said. And he left.
“Do I have a bird on my shoulder?” a different officer asked.
“Yes, you do,” I said. I didn’t ask her
how long it had been there.
“Well,” the officer said, “I thought as much.”
“As much as what?” I asked.
“As much as you wanted me to.”
I did not understand that last bit.
But no one here understands anything,
so I will just move on. Maybe I’ll find
a bird to land on my shoulder.
I remember good friend Jeremy who
explained the meanings of birds.
I never believed him; I told him the birds
are important but that we
don’t find meaning in them–they
put all the meaning into us.
Yet still, no one knows what we mean.