First American Robin, 2020
by ERIN J. WATSON
Everyone said that the world was ending. I stood in my window watering the houseplants. I called to them out the window, I called them on the phone and told them it’s not true. You can stand in the dark with your fists in your eyes and nothing is erased. Listen, I said with my breath in the window. The birds are coming back. The world is as much as the air and the birds
The world is turning the world is still here
where the billboards spread their wings over the freeway sky
It only feels like the end of the world. When the world really ends you won’t feel a thing.
Erin J. Watson is a Southern queer person living in Chicago. She makes zines, rides bikes, and co-hosts the Tuesday Funk reading series. Find her online at tadaemoji.com.