Encourage Birds
I tuck my head into my lap.
Old songs play
between the warnings.
I light a match and watch
centipedes scatter
up the walls. In the end,
it was worth it
to have imagined stars
dancing near the sump pump.
Bees shimmied
through mortar fissures
to escape winter and lay dead
in concentric circles.
There’s no way back
out between the cracks.
To catch earwigs,
create a dark space
for them to crawl into
or encourage birds.
The basement is full
of boxes with pinholes. Upstairs,
the cat has scattered
imprints of his nose
along the window, inches
from where the feeder swayed.
He meows, but I
can’t hear him among the collapse
and shatter. Still, I believe
he’s there. Better
to stay under and believe,
than to emerge
and discover the baby
on your front porch, delivered
breathless and limp by the wind.