On Midway Island

by Jessica Pollard


the birds snort plastic instead of coke
and collapse on the beach like Tiny Tim when
he tried to become a ukulele & yesterday
Judy Garland – bless her heart – declined to do my laundry
or maybe she reclined further into the earth like a secret
& here I am thinking about all the sidewalks yet to meet my
ungolden spit, all the tired men who have yet to whistle
at me who drop the curb like grapes
isn’t it true that if I bite my nails enough the rest of my
hand will disappear too, so if I keep going
maybe I won’t have to visit for christmas 
                                take out the trash
                                cast all my sins off to Midway
where the birds are waiting, waiting
they are pacing, anxious to get wasted
missing their appointments & waxing &waning
wanting in the worst way
to become paperweights for their own desks at
home, as though none of them had a decent mother
or even a high school health class.
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JESSICA POLLARD

Jessica is a poet and journalist from Portland, Oregon. She is pursuing a degree in Geography from Portland State University’s Urban Honors College and aspires to work in environmental reporting. Her writing has appeared in the Willamette WeekThe Immigrant StorySubmission Reading Series, and more.

Read more from Jessica at The Selkie:
Safeway, Like a Broken Cartoon