It does not understand why humans like them. The tiniest mass, the zipping around—so unpredictable, the droppings. There are feeders and craftily made, recyclable homes. There are breakfast hikes. He does not understand why they make one nest in one place only to abandon it and let another bird move in. Or why some birds steal the eggs of other birds and devour them. Or how some bird species don’t want to sit on their own eggs and they try to trick another bird into doing it. Plus there are all of those colors. They don’t have proper arms. And yet, clubs exist.
The list is in no particular order.
Text in sans serif font is taken from the RoboScout S1583 Robot Instruction Manual. (Copyright 2001, The Sharper Image.)
Jennifer MacBain-Stephens went to NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts and now lives in the DC area. She is the author of two full length poetry collections (forthcoming.) Her chapbook Clown Machine was recently released by Grey Book Press. Recent work can be seen at The Birds We Piled Loosely, Queen Mob’s Teahouse, Inter/rupture, Poor Claudia, and decomP. Visit: http://jennifermacbainstephens.wordpress.com/.
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