“A Mockingbird”

I have never seen a mockingbird,
but I’ve been mocked,
especially by those bad luck clouds
with the same names as people I know,
who misread my thought bubbles
full of all the plans I tried
to leave unsaid, and there was a robin
who flew into my back window 
one afternoon, only to die,
failing to smash and ruin my day,
yet its tiny corpse 
still mocked my beer gut,
as antacids dug up stones
in my gallbladder and rain stayed away
like tears taught it’s strong
not to cry.