Three crows land in the yard
and peck at our tiny square of lawn.
They are joined by a magpie who
scowls at us through the patio doors.
Tippi points. ‘Not good,’ she says.
Tippi is not superstitious,
but she’s an Alfred Hitchcock fan
and squirms at the sight of more than one bird.
She caught the bug from Mom and Dad, who started dating
the same week a Hitchcock season opened at Film Forum in
New York City.
They snuggled together
in the back row
on red velvet seats for two weeks
becoming Hitchcock experts and
falling in love.
So when they found out we were twins
it was a no-brainer to name us
after two of Hitchcock’s biggest stars,
Tippi Hedren and Grace Kelly,
who were so beautiful it sometimes feels like a cruel joke.
But in any case, Tippi loves Hitchcock
and has seen every one of his movies.
So while I make notes on the Whitman poems
we were given for homework,
Tippi watches Psycho and mouths Vera Miles’s lines
telling me not to worry about her or the assignment,
that she’ll read the SparkNotes online
and be just fine.
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