The thrown switch of the state

approaching                 silence

on my tongue              font size                                 

letters             measured by a ruler

Drugged by a phone

flag-gagged     on the news-reel

tight     threads of fish line

tourniquet                    my dry pen                 

Speaking volumes       in 140 character          

fragments        the censor’s tweets     

sparse My left hand curly

over                             erasure

pinkie skin unstained

Tied     strapped          I scribble

Out of laminate black the desktop grows

a wired chair               rocks



First Publication: Sibling Rivalry Press, If You Can Hear This, Poems in Protest of an American Inauguration, 2017