Maybe this chirping, which swings
into wider song--Maybe it’s mocking
the pace of my living.
What is this whirring.
But I’ve never seen
a baby bird sleeping.
Even the flowers, arranged
around these small squared
yards, are feverish.
A light slice.
This monochrome isn’t catching.
Jenna Cardinale writes poems. Some of them appear in Reality Beach, Luna Luna Magazine, The Fem, and H_NGM_N. Her chapbook, “A California,” will be published by Dancing Girl Press in 2017. She lives in Brooklyn, NY.