Weston Cutter is from Minnesota and is the author of Enough, All Black Everything, and You’d Be a Stranger, Too. His poem, “New Fit,” appears in Volume 4, Issue 1 of burntdistrict.
By Weston Cutter
Even weeds know better than
to let go. Some dull bird
sits in the branches of the dead
red oak, dumb roots
still cupping dirt as it sits like
on top of the stack
of dismantled branches we add to
after storms. Even the bird knows
to trill. Even singing knows to
break to make
way for facts.