A Poem by Stacy Skolnik
Author: Poetry Editor
August 14, 2019
This week, a poem by Stacy Skolnik.
It all begins to feel so regular. 7/11.
Fire escape. Time
of my life. The murky passenger window of the middle
aged blue Toyota minivan says it all.
To snap out I take myself
dancing. A song or two,
novel, but then I’m all
those scenes I’ve seen,
radio playing a song by Faces
or something to that effect. I’m Marlon Brando in the
backseat, yelling Stella. Who is Stella? I could have been a
we’re not taking the picture without Michael
in the theater even watching on
TV feels amazing but
the scene ends you. I’m talking about me here. I’m sitting
at work the next day
planning the weekend though I’ll
probably get some Funyuns at the gas station,
stay in. A hangover is
or isn’t worth the one moment of forgetting
where you grew up, the body hardly.
STACY SKOLNIK is a poet, editor, co-curator for Montez Press Radio, and PEN America Prison Writing Mentor. She is the author of mrsblueeyes123.com (September 2019) and co-author of Rat Park with Katie Della-Valle. Her work has been featured in Columbia Journal, The Operating System, No Dear Magazine, Fjords and Adirondack Review, among others.