All That’s Left
Listen, the afternoon will soon fade into afflictionand we’ll have no choice but to challenge gravity.I’ve been corralling wind just for this. I wear it likea lapel, and when someone pays me a complimentI play it back to them. Listen, the earth is burningand all we have left is a plastic Jesus that lived upto its promise to stay intact at any temperature,through any catastrophe. If only I could geta message to the owner of this apocalypse, I’d sayGo easier on the advertising. No one likes to seezombies in Louboutin before breakfast. Listen,it’s just us here now. Give me your hand.
Melissa Studdard is the author of the poetry collection I Ate the
Cosmos for Breakfast. Her short writings have appeared or been
featured in the New York Times, POETRY, New England Review,
Psychology Today, the Guardian, Kenyon Review, Poets & Writ
ers, and many other print and online publications. A film by Dan
Sickles of Moxie Pictures (for Motionpoems), based on the title
poem from I Ate the Cosmos for Breakfast, was featured as an
official selection for the Trinidad and Tobago Film Festival and
the Minneapolis St. Paul International Film Festival as well as winning the audience
choice award for the REEL Poetry Film Festival. Some of her other awards include
the Forward National Literature Award, the International Book Award, and the Penn
Review Poetry Prize. www.melissastuddard.com.