Mistaken Identity
by Bucky Sinister
After Buck Naked was shot
and killed
by a panhandle park pigeon feeder
many people
without an eye for detail
thought it had been me.
For the next year
people came up to me
oh my god
I heard you were dead
No, I’d say,
but next time
try to make it to the funeral
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Bucky Sinister lives in Oakland. His most recent book is All Blacked Out and Nowhere to Go (Gorsky Press, Los Angeles). E-mail: buckyofoakland@yahoo.com
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