Hold Me Closer, Tony Danza
I can’t reach my feet now that I’ve planted so many stars. Close the door. Here, there is only inside. Multiply the lights, let my flesh form a fresh screen. Somewhere the father’s drinking a thin song. The mother’s heart is barred. I’ll eat your pixel dust while the dial clicks. No one’s the boss of these cold cells shown through snow. Replace the sun—just substitute blue. The cathode ray—a year of days we’ll dance to. The test pattern holds a grid to fit the afternoon. It’s the tune I hate, the forced embrace. Why not say what didn’t happen? Speak your truth untrue. The heart is just a thought. A holder of creases. Dip down low, here’s my head.
Caroline Conway lives & works in New York City.