Jenna Cardinale
I Forgot that it Was a Party
Hand over your
condolences for old
seasons.

What appears in the parking
lot of the shopping
center you frequent.

Hold over your head
a record player, a recording
of imitation eagles.

So many birds are usually quiet.

Take a long walk
over iced corners.

The gathering doesn’t drain.

Cabbages rise up
in this weather.

The glass grasp
is hawk-wide.