From The Kevin Hemingsway Journals: The Pigeons

from the Kevin Hemingsway Journals

Today it was hot. I was sweaty, and it was good.

I spent the morning planning how to poison the pigeons. When I am old, I will shoot the pigeons, or I will poison them. I will sit on my front porch, and sweat, and watch the pigeons drop dead out of the trees. I will drink tea, and laugh at the dead pigeons. When I die, I will die from a heart attack, sipping tea on the front porch of my cabin, laughing at the dead pigeons.

After I am dead, the last pigeon will take his dying flight over me to crap on my head.

Sid will clean up the crap, and the dead pigeons, and wander naked through the forest with leaves and twigs in her hair. She will wander naked, with mud, and sweat, and burrs on her body, and laugh at the tourists. She will become an old witch-lady, and sell potions and teas and dolls made from cornshucks and pigeon feathers to the tourists.

She will spend her mornings sipping tea, and picking off burrs, and making dolls, and planning how to poison the tourists.

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© J. Golden 2002, 2007 

The Kevin Hemingsway Journals

• The Hunt
• The Woman
• The Barrista
• No Johnson City
• The Pigeons