Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsFall 2015  Vol. 14 No. 2
an online journal of literature and the arts
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I’ve been doing this thing
where I replay micro-facts
over and over in my mind
and obsess about the why

Why does the octopus need three hearts?
Why are most of the world’s flamingos plastic?
Why is there is no such thing as almost dancing?

It’s four in the morning
and the heater is breathing for the room
and I can’t tell fact
from insomnia-induced existentialism

True or false:

The brain named itself
The tree’s darkest desire
is to be split by lightning
We will all be outlived by our buttons  end  

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