Killing Bluebirds by Emily Page
Dear Max,
You’re the name I can’t say
when alone in the deep end.
Like braille under my skin
You’re a different person after sunset.
And why do you burn chapstick?
I just want to know them.
Girls missing on the news:
now I see them all.
Below the water there are bones
I just thought you’d play nicer.
June, your senior girlfriend
smelled of mint nail polish
and stale candy corn from ‘04.
I’m sorry she didn’t make it
that summer the cabin caught fire.
She just saw something she shouldn’t have seen from the kitchen window.
(a dead blue bird in pigtails
the kind dad liked to hunt)
I just wanted to tell you
I’ll look after them for you.
Wipe away the leaves,
bring them company during winter.
The day is getting closer now
I’ve got the guest list settled.
I can’t wait for your return
the birds say hi too.
Sincerely,
Mag