by tommy wyatt blake
when i stare into the chasm
of this pixeltwitching inbox, my life
feels too scripted, and there’s this digital
gleaming that burns my pupils
to their seams— i click on the email
telling me to ignore previous
instructions, its rot fills the silence
in my room— i know where you live,
tommy, don’t make this difficult,
fess up, kisses—this screen
full of spam embossed on my cheeks.
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tommy wyatt blake (they/he) is a multi-nominated Pushcart and Best of the Net poet. they have several books, including NECROPIA (dogleech books), AMERICANAPOCALYPSE (Rockwood Press), FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT! (Troublemaker Firestarter), Trick Mirror or Your Computer Screen (fifth wheel press), and others. their work often navigates topics such as trauma, queerness, popular culture, time, and disability. he is currently synthesizing digital archives, space voids, and confines of the body. you can find him online @tommywyattblake.