3 Perfect Poems for Climate Changed February
February Fossil-Fueled-Shifts from Frigid to Mild
Gotcha! There’s no such thing as “Perfect,” except for you. You’re perfect.
1. “Good Grief” by KB Brookins
America is the worst group project.
I’m writing a great American poem about suffering.
How much is going without food that isn’t canned for a week worth?
The absence of snow feels like betrayal. My memory mixes with American delusion.
I can’t believe half the things that I’ve been through.
Ice cold, baby, I told you; I’m ice cold.
Who said it first, Frank Ocean or Christopher Columbus?
2. “February” by Tamiko Beyer
Now, a ball of twine in the grey sky. The sun rolls low on the horizon. Hangs. Then dips back down again, wind howling us into night.
Inside the erratic rhythm of this wavering flame, I conjure the potent sky of the longest day. Seeds with a whole galaxy inside them. Cicadas vibrating in the alders.
3. ”Narwhals Are Real” by Gloria Muñoz
As I watched the slow burn
of the descending boosters, I thought
of you, Narwhal. How your hornis a needle on a record, skipping
heartbeats. How your pulse plummets
as you swirl into the arctic dark.