The first time a bird pooped on my head
I thought,
wow, how lucky!
The second time a bird pooped on my head
I thought,
ah, how rare!
So when the third time came,
and I once again found myself under a drop of
fecal matter and uric acid,
when the shit kept finding me
but not the luck,
I thought maybe I should stay away from birds
or perhaps,
carry an umbrella.
– For Katie
