lunch poem, 2:29am
I often think of Frank O'Hara
and I have no idea why.
I'm not much of a poet anymore.
I just stare at the blank page,
afraid to dirty it.
I listen to the radio at midnight
and sing along to the news.
I watch my friends crying
and hope they'll give me some scraps
of their leftover suffering to help them eat.
I sit in the moon
and wonder at the marvelous-
ness of body.
I clean the pint glasses
Troy Kody Cunio lives in Orlando. Their work has been published in Dream Pop, Voicemail Poems, Great Weather for Media, Rising Phoenix Review, The Literary Bohemian, The Beech Street Review, and others. They have performed at slams, open mics, dance parties, punk shows, art museums, streetcorners, and messy breakups all over the country. A Best of the Net Nominee, Troy won the first Poetry Slam Incorporated Online Slam and is the uneditor of Rejected Lit. Yes, they would like a hug.