Notice: Call for Poetry

Today at noon, the mainstream poets sent a series of poems to The New Yorker at poetry@newyorker.com. Each poem ended with the lines

A white-breasted nuthatch nests in my
urethra, and begins to sing.

You are hereby invited to submit a poem ending with these two lines to The New Yorker. The Mainstream Poets suggest that you do this in coordination with several other poet-friends for maximum effect.