No thing. No dream.
No soul toward
phosphorescence.
No burn. No black.
No come. No home. No
yes, no. No do, undo.
No sky, holler, hug.
No blue. No come back
as an ant or a king. No hover
over the body until it’s time
to let go. No know.
No now.
Whitney Hudak holds an MFA from Bennington and lives in Brooklyn, NY.
