Kendall A. Bell - Poet, Curmudgeon.

k.b.'s poem of the week

birdcage - (3/2010)

Overexposed.
That is the word used to describe you
when your name and your face hits
magazine after magazine, and every
online news story has something to say
about your latest adventures in romance
or apartment design, like the story
about how you're getting a giant birdcage
installed in your apartment with a
telescope inside.
I don't understand the birdcage.
I understand the sentiment in your
incessantly catchy songs that drag me in
when I try so hard to ignore you.
I never was a teenaged girl,
so why do I care so much about the
teardrops on your guitar or your
t-shirts and sneakers and ridiculously
large glasses in that video?
I care so much that I would gladly volunteer
to kick Kanye West's ass for you.
Would you be upset to know that I've
downloaded most of your songs for free?
I promise to pay full price for that
deluxe edition of "Fearless" once my
next paycheck clears.

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