Ordinary Parasite

I think crows are too clever
to hit the gray regularity

I am grasping for.

Parking lot chicken, though,
is my kind of sustenance.

Something like rats
less hated than rats

as apt as rats
to survive

on the leavings
behind the pizza place.

Also seek responsibilities
that pair with the parasitism.

Duty plus taking
plus singing into the asphalt;

friendly pigeons?

flowering sidewalk
                       salad thistles?

Keep looking.
You might find me

in your gut.
But until I find

the right parasite,
I will be

a semi-stray cat
in a rut.