bird story

Despite all the talk
of gullibility, I've never seen anyone
in the process of being gulled
you think
this meal's for the birds, it's got
sand in it. And "clam sauce" as a euphemism
stinks. But
as long as we're dying of thirst
like we've always been
too much in the sun of each other's
bitching, incessantly and not cocky

enough anymore
to block, or maybe

way past the point
of having to learn anymore

to like it

suddenly
to discover the saltiness
has miraculously gotten lost
or drowned

in the sea of our tears.
Unbelievably, suddenly
fresh and so sweet

we dive in, and deep -

drinking it down.