Mueller Airport Subdivision
there are red-winged blackbirds here
that land and look like blackbirds
obsessively well-spaced trees
like perforations in the airport subdivision
like dimples in the margins
of a hastily done school project
before it’s torn out and slammed
on the teacher’s desk
i am here beneath myself
hear that I would never raise
a child or my hands to you ever
You are a master of the perfect last line.
and you a master of heart-warming comments.