in poems or your Instagram.
You asking me
is something new
maybe it's your age.
But this is unexpected
and I don't have ready advice
or homemade green borscht
though if you'd come
last week we had pan-fried zucchini
and the remains of the borscht.
And outside the taweet
the arcs of shadow
from the eclipse on the concrete
and the post above,
her cautionary notes.
Now that I mention all this
The hell with it. Don't listen
when they tell you to avoid birds.
There's a poet whose career
was built by birds-birds in his head,
birds in his chest, birds for hands.
Yet I remember him clubbing
a woman's bird on the desk
crying nevermore, while
my mockingbird screamed somewhere.
Listen When They Tell You to Avoid by Luanne Castle | Poetry Reed Diffuser
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