Summer Flu
I was wearing the new dress
My prettiest
When my boyfriend’s sickness
Took me
I was petting the tongue of
Yo the bird
The macaw on the corner of
North and Charles
Yo was telling me how
My dress looked like
A dress someone at the beach
Would spontaneously
Get married in
He said the
Dress was so white
It electrified even my
Pale skin into a burning color
He plucked one
Of his small feathers
A yellow one
From his chest
And handed it to me
I threw up
Yo held back my hair
In his claw







