The Digital Age

Sep 1, 2021 | 2021 Fall - Bodies, Poetry

By Michelle Y.

Back before you changed your mind
about me you held up your phone
to blinding parking lot lights
to digitally show
where the stars should be
had civilization’s light
not censored them

“Cassiopeia,” you say
as if you were kissing its red giant
into my mouth
as if we were on our backs
gazing in the dark

The red giant
was not the hardest pill
for me to swallow
when we digitally made love
It was knowing that I
have no real-life use for you

Michelle Y. is a graduate student pursuing licensure in psychology. She is passionate about issues of sex and sexuality and believes in the coping power of creativity.

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