Birdhouse
The wren parents
teach their babies
about abundance—
bringing delivery after
delivery of worm and
gnat, bits of the world
from air to mouth
in an endless chain
of instants, each
strengthening the tiny
feathering bodies,
readying them
to step out of the
nest and fly toward
the mysterious source
of all that plenty.
At the Con
We build a fort and fight off Vikings,
waiting for a late reckoning.
We scythe our way through fields, trying
to survive plagues, starvation, and fear.
We fly through galaxies not our own,
forming futures by other stars.
We try to solve a murder, using psychic
powers to read blurred cards.
We are all this and more, our lives turned
cardboard, our monsters become small.
Bio: Vivian Wagner lives in New Concord, Ohio, where she’s an associate professor of English at Muskingum University . Her work has appeared in Slice Magazine, Muse/A Journal, Forage Poetry Journal, Pittsburgh Poetry Review, McSweeney's Internet Tendency, Gone Lawn, The Atlantic, Narratively, The Ilanot Review, Silk Road Review, Zone 3,Bending Genres, and other publications. She's the author of a memoir, Fiddle: One Woman, Four Strings, and 8,000 Miles of Music (Citadel-Kensington); a full-length poetry collection, Raising (Clare Songbirds Publishing House); and three poetry chapbooks: The Village (Aldrich Press-Kelsay Books), Making (Origami Poems Project), and Curiosities (Unsolicited Press).
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