DustLore, No. 35
A man at a diner says, Never read the newspaper, and continues to drink his coffee and draw circles on want ads. No one is walking out, every bird in the state is regressing. They forgot how to perch, slept in fields, blocked the roads so The Leavers could not leave for fear of flattening. They forget feathers and abandon flight midsky, plummet. The sound of a chest cavity crumbling can be confused with the explosion of a dirt clod until you witness the liquification. No one is walking out, the sky’s in the middle of descent. A man at a diner laughs, says, See, they’ll prolly say it hasn’t rained in months.
Anthony Cody is the author of Borderland Apocrypha (March 2020), winner of the 2018 Omnidawn Open Book Prize. A CantoMundo fellow, he is an editor with Noemi Press, and a fellow in Juan Felipe Herrera's Laureate Lab. His poetry has appeared in Gulf Coast, Ninth Letter, TriQuarterly, among other journals.