The skydiver pulled out his disposable camera
and the 24-shot little instamatic camera fell from the heavens
One time my then-girlfriend and I were in Prescott
arguing with the windows open in my beater Honda
trying to find the freeway when we heard a ringing sound
and either yelled or half-wimpered,
and reached up and pulled
a sliver of metal out of her hair.
Do you think that skydiver – like ten years later –
that poor bird’s family?
Another time we were at Disneyland
sharing a table with some family from Minnesota
but it hasn’t worked until now)
or at least the dad was. And as he recited to us
his laundry list of this abomination’s offenses
the walking, the heat, the noise, the whatever.
Thank god he didn’t bad mouth the churros,
because I would have had to slap him.)