NOTHING GOOD GETS AWAY

Shitty little mockingbird

on the parking lot cellphone

tower, we’ll take it, your flashes

of bright white. We know all about

bowers and their blue obsessions,

crows and their shiny. There’s

a girl flickering across the news

some murder brings presents to.

She’s not dead, she’s not even sick

yet. Arrow hugging sign-pocked

rooflines, once upon a forest

we modeled trajectory on your

shooting flight, then we positioned

our guns to put you in our sights.