White noise— White Snake
dial them in, 96.3
the Blaze and 102 kicks
playing today’s best— silence!
Switch me off to process
the surrounding chaotic cosmos,
turn me on to drown
the misery behind wary eyes,
stuck there, like gum
on a new stiletto. You’re listening
to my song crescendo
just to fit your fancy
driving away from machines
lost in the demands of labor.
The speakers of my throat
echo the sweet harmony
of the best of the 80s to now.
Pick you station, dial
it in, turn me up or down
to hear the rest of the story.
Lyndsie Conklin (she/her) is a Montanan transplanted to Colorado, living with her husband and cat, Beans. She enjoys getting outside, being a cat mom, breakfast foods, Diet Coke, and (of course) writing poetry and erotic fiction. Lyndsie attempts to find romance, beauty, and darkness hidden within the little things while highlighting these little, gross beauties within complex, current topics, such as mental health and LGBTQ+ and women’s issues. Some of her work has been featured in Poetry Cove Magazine, The Sleeve Magazine, and Dreamer by Night Magazine.
Painting by. Rene Wiley