fast forward okay stop | Dylan Ecker

mom finds b horror therapeutic she does not

leap from her seat hearing a chainsaw go

through something it's not supposed to or

close an eye praying please please no one go

in there that's more me beside her keeping

the popcorn to myself as a form of self

defense breaking down upon visible

blood dispersion like actually losing self

bladder control as a result of rapid bleats

coming from a lanky ghost crawling out

a cat's mouth I got back from Cincinnati

late in June last year turned to face out

a window and saw my reflection in front

of mom's she was smiling when the screen

door was slashed apart by a suddenly human

sized set of scissors I wondered why a screen

play would allow for such fear to happen

so fast fast forward at the hospital early

humid morning on the screen I saw her

heartbeat go mom do not let yourself

out of this life early

Dylan Ecker woke up on time today. There are poems of his in and around places like Indiana Review, Outlook Springs, Hobart, The Arkansas International, & New Ohio Review. See the song of the week at dylanecker.com