AIR'S THE HOTTEST REAL ESTATE
I lost my job and the Atlantic rose
six-hundred feet all at once
so I bought a bird feeder
it's the least I can do
to care for the survivors
the fish won't make it
their home is a Dixie Cup
with black mold festering the ridges
schools of organs too soft for plastic, so
I feed the birds
they are not my birds
but the birds who have chosen me
I belong to blue jays and cardinals
like the amendments belong
to the motherland
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