I want to know about Nighthawks
I’ve never been Edward Hopper, but every night when I empty my spam folder
I want to know what my internet knows of my urges I don’t
open any of my emails my curse/r drifts within the world of the screen
nothing touches me I’m offended by nothingness I refuse
to research how he researched the diner so I cannot
be sure of closeness gliding I become across the screen the desire to be trans/
planted fear touches my body I touch my face parts of me are empty/her
my ex-wife texts to say I should go to Chicago to visit the painting
but I live in Iowa and have never been through a toll alone so I
change all my screen savers to pictures of nights or hawks
or any cross between the two
no numinous
TR Brady is a poet and fiber artist from Arkansas. Her writing has appeared in Tin House Online, The Adroit Journal, Denver Quarterly, Colorado Review, Quarterly West, Sixth Finch, and Copper Nickel. She earned an MFA from the Iowa Writers' Workshop.