Twitter Poem #1
by Kathleen McLeod
The sunset photographs itself, over and over.
The fairy tattooed on your breast sighs when you orgasm and tells your lover,
The wild bird autotunes her own call.
Your dog in an empty house while you’re at work, watching Food Network and
wondering why no one ever demonstrates a recipe for Homework.
Your dolphin tattoo attempts suicide. Leaping from your skin, your body is a
tank, a prison.
J Edgar Hoover writes in his diary and rips out the pages for his file.
Your Facebook friends strip you naked and write “like” on the parts of your body
you try to hide in photographs.
Pollution phones in to talkback radio and tells Alan Jones, “The only price I’ll
accept is death.”
Everyone unfollows you on Twitter because you’re not Allen Ginsberg and you
can’t get away with this poem.