by Jessica Millnitz
I’m not doing it
to dumb little songs
with the lights on
anymore. It took all night to cross
that threshold. It took all the patience
you could muster. It took a can of ginger ale and a dollar
slice from under an awning in the rain to get through
to you about it — like
here, let me just lose these headphones
and hold a conversation in my hand
instead — can you hear me okay?
Jessica Millnitz is from Nebraska. She has an MFA from Bard College and her writing has appeared in RealPoetik, Fruita Pulp and with Kyle Crawford and Jeff Alessandrelli in the chapbook American Room Weather (SP_CE, 2013). She lives in Manhattan.