one poem by Drew Broussard

I'M NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT JUDY

I am arrested

by the void in the corner

I see something moving

in the depths

and think

I'm not gonna talk about Judy at all

I stare at the painting for too long

I hear the buzzing of light fixtures

of cellphone batteries

of human hearts

and human minds

Or was it just the guitars downstairs?

Or was there something else?

Something that followed me

out onto Fifth Avenue,

down into the subway,

out of Manhattan,

and into my home?

And when my partner looks up

to ask me how it was,

who will she see?

or another?

Drew Broussard (he/him) is a writer, producer, and bookseller living in New York's Hudson Valley. His writing has appeared in 13Tracks Magazine, voidspace, Cold Signal, Club Chicxulub, and elsewhere. He is a contributing editor for Literary Hub and the bookstore manager at Rough Draft Bar & Books in Kingston, NY.