A riddle for the birds
by María José

when i told him to shut the fuck up
he stopped and backed up
looked at me like i had just told his ass a riddle
What happens when a whistle only spittles diddles and piddles?

i sucked my teeth at his ignorance
and prepared for him to get real carnivorous and belligerent
but his gaze froze still, eyebrows high
and all of a sudden he got shy
looking mad confused cuz i fucking refused
to be squawked at by he just because im she

when i told him to shut the fuck up
he suddenly forgot how to speak
cuz he only know how to caw out his beak
so i gave him the bird
which he heard
and closed his thirsty, wormy mouth
and flew his pecker south

What happens when a whistle only spittles diddles and piddles?
we break it down the middle
and name the day
we watched it get little brittle and whittle away