despite amnesiac birds
flitting like broken twigs
at twilight & sunrise.
The poet inhales the green motor
in breezes from a safe distance.
Spring is a minor;
it pranks, made-up,
start over.
Today we get to be Incas,
sacrificing humans to the goods.
It feels like it’s not ok to complain anymore.
This poem first appeared in Love’s Executive Order.
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Shira Dentz is the author of five books including Sisyphusina (PANK), winner of the Eugene Paul Nassar Prize, and two chapbooks. Her writing appears in many venues including Poetry, American Poetry Review, Cincinnati Review, Iowa Review, New American Writing, Poets.org, and NPR, and she’s a recipient of awards including an Academy of American Poets Prize, Poetry Society of America’s Lyric Poem and Cecil Hemley Awards, and NELLE Literary Journal’s Three Sisters Award for creative nonfiction. More at www.shiradentz.com
