the hawks are a-nesting
storms in the evenings
no the hawks are re-nesting
the forest is gone
they clearcut the forest
the smell of black plastic
the forms of displeasure
circling the lot
prescient bright winged things
big iridescent bubbles
the forms of displeasure
blow over like storms
what you need to understand is
it's systems not people
the bright formal nothings
go rising up the hill
it’s systems not people
it’s braided with pleasure
phthalates and parabens
circling like drones
what goes in the new space
are you the new girl
like rotted out rope strands
the rope hollow at the core
Lindsay Turner is the author of Songs & Ballads (Prelude, 2018). Her translations from the French include Ryoko Sekiguchi's adagio ma non troppo (Les Figues, 2018), and Stéphane Bouquet's The Next Loves (Nightboat, 2019). She lives in Greenville, South Carolina, where she teaches English and Creative Writing at Furman University.the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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