VINYL POETRY

Volume 4, October 2011

BIRDIE
Kenyatta RogersView Contributor’s Note

Alpha-Bits

Another day of the same shit, today I’ll try
Brunch, never heard of it till I was about 15, “something white folks ate” my father would say or
Caucasian. “Asian with a cau.” Inside joke. E’s mom said they smell like wet
Dog. “Well niggas smell like ass” we would say.
E took a white girl to prom as did I.
Friday’s he had to be inside before sundown because of his religion. “So do you even pray to
God?” We would tease. “We’re the real Jews,”
His mother would say, “everyone else jumped on the bandwagon.”
I remember when his cousin
Jared thought he saw demons and
Kanisha (the other cousin) was giving head in the backyard.
Light bill wasn’t paid so hide and seek was played in the dark.
Master slave a silly game that you couldn’t watch unless you played.
Never had any toilet paper, clean glasses
Or uncracked dishes. I almost forgot Linda is her name, E’s mother I mean. Tonio
Pissed on the mouse the cat scared into a garbage can. Only
Queers and steers come from Texas and you don’t much look like a steer to me…You don’t know your
Right from left, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me
. Our sick
Sense of humor found all of this funny; watched while
Toasting bread in a skillet.
Under the car was an oil pan we forgot about while setting off fireworks.
Valentine’s day was like,
“Who are you buying flowers for, yo momma.” And those stupid crossing signs with the
X then —ing always remind me of Christmas. Nobody knew what a
Yule log was and the carolers spooked us one year. The
Zoo in Cleveland has a big hill in the back. I’ve only been up there once.