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    The man pointed at a pigeon perched on the back of a bench and said it wanted to sit on my arm if I would give it somewhere to land. He called the birds by name. “Come here, Cinnamon. Here, girl.” I held my arm out.

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    A WALK THROUGH WASHINGTON SQUARE PARK

    A man fed pigeons. One stood on his head, others on his shoulders and lap. They pecked in his hair and ears. The man moved slowly. The fountain made a rainbow and a breeze sprayed people with mist. A band played. People said nice things to each other.

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    PINHOLE CODES IN PRISON BOOKS

    The kind of heat that makes city dwellers climb into fountains in their undergarments. Woman with no shirt wearing a bra. A friend claimed he is the only person who exists and everyone else is something he imagined. A mother and a son and the son’s hair. “You can’t let me near reflective surfaces. They’re great. It’s faster and not as accurate.” A man rode a tandem bicycle alone, no helmet. Who uses pay phones? My friend swears he imagined me, just made me up. Who knows any telephone number but his own? The boy flipped his hair. The I-am-so-above-this eye roll. Maybe I should thank my friend. Woman with shirt not wearing a bra. Elevator music critic. I have never seen a pigeon walk backwards.

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