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Short Fiction
By Sean Adams

Pigeon Racing
My Rock Band Body
Poems About Me

 


Pigeon Racing

 

When I finally decide to throw my practicality in the trash, I will drop whatever I am doing to pursue a career in the exciting field of pigeon training and racing. When buying a bird, I will not go to some snooty breeder in Cumbria, knighted by the queen of England for producing generation upon generation of prized pigeons, pigeons that hatch out of the egg already stronger than most small dogs. My pigeon will be straight from the streets of Brooklyn or the South Bronx, a scrappy little bird with an attitude. I’ll call him Javier and train him to convert all his inner-city angst into air speed. I’ll bring him to a big race, at least a three-hundred-mile flight. Javier will be intimidated. Who can blame him; he’ll be going up against pigeons that race dirty, pigeons that get into bar fights with falcons, pigeons that need to be drug-tested. All the other trainers will taunt my miniscule bird, telling him he’s a little pigeon in a big pigeon’s world. I’ll just stand there calm and composed as usual, because I know when the results come in Javier will have split the course record like a twig, with enough time to spare to charm residents of a nursing home along the way. The next day, the newspaper headline will read “Little Pigeon From the Streets Beats out Tough Competition Thanks to Amazing Trainer,” because I deserve some credit too.


My Rock Band Body

Sometimes I think that my body is like a rock band on the verge of breaking up and pursuing solo careers.


Poems About Me

Poems about me, written by me, are my favorite kind of poems because I can always relate to the author and subject material at hand. Sometimes other poets will write poems about me, but those poems never seem quite as believable as they would seem if they had been written by me. Once a poet wrote a poem by me, but I quickly informed that he wasn’t me, that I was me and only I was me, and the poem was promptly unwritten. Many poets don’t write poems about me, or by me, or that have any relation to me whatsoever. These are the worst poets of all.

 

 

Sean Adams's work has most recently appeared in the online literary journal Right Hand Pointing, but it has also been featured on his desk, his floor and several other surfaces in his dorm room at Bennington College where he studies creative writing and theater.

 

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