P. Claire Dodson is a writer from Tennessee living in Brooklyn with her cat, Claire Junior. Her poetry has been published in Sara Benincasa’s The Stories, One Trick Pony Review, and The Phoenix, with nonfiction in The Atlantic, Fast Company, Racked, and others.
the bad place
here is your twitter feed, your news alerts, your endless commentaries and hypotheticals,
smush them into a doughy ball and swallow,
big gasping swallows so I know you mean it.
another celebrity is dead and another and another here is the form letter
of your outrage.
they come for the music with guns and dangerous teeth and we are told
it’s too soon to politicize tragedy now, they say, is the time for mourning.
they do not tell us how empty it feels to mourn without action, how shallow
the pool is of our grief we carry our own limbs individually
dismembered, we slake only our own thirsts and
it seems like
pppppppppppppppppwe do not live very long.