VINYL POETRY

Volume 4, October 2011

BIRDIE
Megan MoriartyView Contributor’s Note

Don’t Worry, My Dreary Deary

There are plenty of fish at the fish market.
The sun isn’t going anywhere too quickly.

Dear dreariness, consider that the elephant
pretends to remember, that nothing

is ever certainly known or felt,
that while I don’t recall what I’ve forgotten,

I remember that I forgot it. There are plenty
of jellyfish sleeping in your storm.

Dear kitten on the aching windowsill,
please whistle a tune while you wash yourself.

When you jump up, lean on your hind legs and press
your paws against the pane, what are you looking at?

Drear deariness, don’t end your search for reasons
but maybe maybe there aren’t ones.

Consider that every tornado is just one tornado
who shows up, looks around, and then decides to leave.