More oil, less breadcrumbs.

They’re banning human-pigeon

rapport just like they did with

humans and snow. Enjoying

summer is a councilmember's behavior.

They love to debate where sweat comes

from; google search “frack and meat.”

I would watch an old growth trunk

collapse upon their squirming coterie

and yet they still beg me to entertain

the perma-grinning Canadian

Sun, to ignore all the dead

Norwegian Maples. It’s really impressive

how the rustic rich will self-immolate

weekly and still find the time

to do triathlons and hike

and vindictively stretch.

Have you noticed how

pigeons don’t hike? They sit inside

honey crullers, decaying mandorlas,

and wait for all 800 of the

mining companies in Vancouver

to either rockslide into Burrard

Inlet, or at the very least,

go bankrupt.

Jenkin Benson is a 1st year PhD student at the University of Notre Dame du Lac. He principally studies the creative interchange between Welsh and Irish modernists. He occasionally writes poetry. You can find his work in the New Note Poetry, The /temz/ Review, and KEITH LLC.

Twitter: @ jenkinwithouts

Bandcamp: jasperisaband.bandcamp.com