Birds Can Eat the Rest

Victoria Blevins
You tried to warm
Atlantic currents
while I skipped over you
in energetic, lovestalgic
whims. Fleeting kelp fit
through my delicate
pores smaller than
microscopic universes
and you couldn't fit
if you tried.

Your eyes
kept hidden beneath
rubber layers of flesh,
the reasons for non-seasonal
migration. The same waves
and weather patterns rotating
around ports and countless
rib cages, the exact
cause for your beaching.

I found you three months
after, washed up, ruining
the coast with your
decay, bleeding stars
from galaxies that
hang from my ceiling.

Published by Victoria Blevins

I have a BA in Creative writing and Spanish from Western Michigan University. Currently, I m not utilizing my degree, but practicing patience and friendliness as the Administrative Assistant for a small IT...  View profile

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