Dylan Weir
Make it Stop
Artwork by Krista C. Graham, Dig, darkroom photography
Make It Stop |
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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.
