In Minnesota. A white-breasted nuthatch. Bemidji has the shape of a djinn. Gravestone. Paul Bunyan chanting, “Crybaby! Crybaby!” I should be working. I line a shoebox. White cloth and rosemary. Even through the dirt and night, I hear, “Crybaby! Crybaby!” From beneath the blue ox where I had lain her.
Kellan Jansen writes from the American Southwest. Find him @MarryMeMachine on X.
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