Make it Stop
Artwork by Krista C. Graham, Dig, darkroom photography
Make It Stop
When I woke up it was cold
so I took off all my clothes.
I was alone and told myself
that I could love your ghost
the way a mother loves a son
who spent his whole life
waiting on a recall from
a fortune cookie . Tonight
I listened to the sky for answers
and heard nothing. I told myself
the world was still spinning
even though I couldn’t hear it.
For every empty bottle,
I have mourned an ocean.
I threw you all my money
and still I lost it in the street.
It took a lot of red raw skin
to know I’d earned a seat in this place.
Before I knew you I was homeless
and I was homesick for the whole world.
Dylan Weir has an MA in English literature from DePaul University and is currently an MFA Poetry candidate at University of Wisconsin-Madison where he teaches creative writing. His poems have appeared in or are forthcoming from The Boiler, Blue Earth Review, Cleaver, Rhino, Rust+Moth, Red Paint Hill, Word Riot, Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets, and the Madison Museum of Contemporary Art.