See the braided bowl of bird intestines
on the bed pillow and the twig of leg on the stairwell?
Let’s talk about my death as a pardonable offense.
Do you really wish you didn’t have a head? If then
the cat won’t go outside bird murder
haunts his haunches.
I pretend to have a hurt wing as I’m channel surfing.
Oh, you’re watching too much Animal Planet. But
the hatchet in the trunk, there’s nothing worse
than a chopped up version of yourself. What if I
plummet? What if I in the wide-eyed chasm
party without panties on or worse?
Every day, you say, every day I recommend,
try a little of this blue hair. We can grow old.
We can drive the car to Walmart. Even parking lots
are somewhere. But
sometimes I can’t follow what’s happening on Friends.
I worry too much about their rents increasing.
Do they die in the end? No spoilers!
Jennifer Metsker teaches at the Stamps School of Art and Design in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Her poetry has appeared in Beloit, Rhino, Birdfeast, Gulf Coast, The Seattle Review, and other journals. Her audio poetry using found forms won The Third Coast Short Docs Audio Prize and has been featured on the BBC Radio’s Short Cuts.