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Chirp by Greg Zorko


Ursus Americanus Press is proud to present Greg Zorko's Chirp. Greg is a writer born in Albany, NY and currently living in Madison, WI.
As humorous as they are heartbreaking, Zorko's poems toe the line between playful and formal in a way that can mystify before placing themselves right in front of your nose. These poems are an awkward square dance in socks on a freshly waxed VFW floor, a sleepy Midwestern interstate made magic by a party of horses, a lump rising in the throat of a baby bird.
from "i didn't know before but now i know it's real"

"when i found out
that you buy chunks of mango
twice a day
at Trader Joe’s
i was so impressed
by your ritual passion
i told you all of my theories
how we should make cash edible
in case we are hungry
and don’t want to drive to the store
i build the world around you
i’m like a knock off
Stevie Nicks
i remember in text messages
you used to spell it
Stevie Knicks
like New York Knicks
i remember too
the eggs in the pan
the manes of all the horses
at the farm outside the city
i feel the movement of the sound around the room
but i don’t hear anything
my heart is a hot corn bean bag"