Macy's Day Bird

Diane Cluck

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    The perfume of her hangs in the air
    Like an atmosphere
    Promising thunderstorms
    The windows cracked letting november in
    But her body beneath these blankets warms me
    Her hair in wet feathers
    Pressed to her head
    The washed out splendor of
    Macy's day parade
    Glitter and tinsel
    Are clogging the drains
    Causing a runoff that's flooding the city
    She gives me her red rhinestone ring
    That fits only my thumb
    And i wonder
    Was it her ex-husband's or father's or someone's
    Cheap souvenir
    From a somewhere he took her
    I decide i won't be a gift to her
    So i wear it for awhile
    Til' it gives me a rash
    I am not sentimental
    Toss it in the trash
    Cos' i don't care
    If she likes me
    Or not
    If she likes me
    Or not
    I don't care
    If she likes me
    Or not
    She was marching in the macy's day parade
    In a row of dancers decked out in the rain
    Women in heels executing military drills
    Goosestepping in lynchpin six inch stilettos
    Towards central park
    Where the mud from its meadows
    Runs into the gutters
    All glutted
    With pink ostrich feathers
    The plumage that falls
    From a macy's day dancer
    Answer me
    It's raining
    Crowds run for cover
    Shoving complaining
    Streets full of women
    That beg you to praise them all
    And their lashes
    And then slowly raise them
    They'll stare you down
    And then turn away
    But when they're hunting you
    Can't you hear their eyes saying
    Do you like me
    Or not
    Hey do you like me
    Or not
    Hey do you like me or not
    Camera crews leave with rain on their lenses
    We leave
    With the first ones who befriend us
    I've followed the holes your heels left in the mud
    While behind us the city was starting to flutter
    Hair in wet feathers
    Blue blonde and red
    The washed out splendor of macy's day parade
    Hair in wet feathers
    Pressed to her head
    The washed out splendor
    Of the nest i made
    With sheets strewn over with sequins and trash
    Cast off by parades that have already passed
    And i am not the first
    This role gets recast
    The macy's day bird
    Calls out from her nest
    Do you like me
    Hey
    Do you like me
    Or not
    Hey do you like me or not
    Hey
    Do you like me

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