Anonymous ID: 8b35bb March 13, 2019, 1:45 p.m. No.5664674   🗄️.is đź”—kun

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https://beta.prx.org/stories/245855

 

Carpet Bomb

BY KENYATTA ROGERS

I can’t get rid of useful things

and nobody wants to pick them up,

I keep forgetting where I lay my umbrella.

 

I don’t leave footprints in the snow anymore,

we haven’t had a war on domestic soil in so long

I wonder if I still got it. Because once I had it.

 

I heard about a boy who once tied a string to his brother,

he tied his brother to the ocean and the ocean to the blackbird—

 

from the ground all the birds look like blackbirds

from the ground a Stealth Bomber looks like a spaceship.

 

The aliens are coming,

they walk through birthday parties

and basically go unnoticed.

 

And this is kind of how I go through life,

once I heated up a spoon in the microwave

the fish have so much mercury in them they spark.

 

I was handed a bayonet from the Civil War

and a copper penny corroded with rust.

When they take the Statue of Liberty apart to clean her

her neck explodes with a million little spiders.

 

Meanwhile in a forest somewhere

someone cut open my grandmother’s belly

and filled it with bricks

 

something is coming soon

I keep a bucket of lambs blood

by the front door.