remind me, dirt
what immigrant neighbors know:
food can come from this
dusty chain link square
front yard tomato plants & parsley
leggy green plenty
neither illegal nor impossible here

city me, I think I see . . . what?
a severed head in a brand new wig
a lush round feathered brunette something
it untucks
surprising scarlet comb
yellow beak
heroine of stories
wrung necks & sunday dinners
pretty thing can run fast
with or without its head
& doesn't want me to pet it