POEM

Stacy Skolnik

Sound of pictures dimmed
in late night’s heaving normalcy

I’m a key on a chain

What I can do better than shout I should
sing outside for example, body hot
and fiddling, hydrogen videos fogging

Take a long leap
stop talking about hunger and eat

Dirt and chocolate
under my nails my bed
lit uninnocent of the bind
I’m a spark burnt by all the color

Gone. Brain flogged

I miss whatever it means to be
uninterrupted. I miss

The glowing dark, roof burnt of mouth
headlights flashing, disappearing
in the feed of my phone, the attention
whore’s chariot

Destroy the page
The words still exist

Meaning inside me

Stacy Skolnik is a poet, editor, co-founder of Montez Press Radio, and the author of mrsblueeyes123.