i’ve never wanted blue light glasses
why would i want to drown out my only antidote
to numb
the reality
of this directionless planet?
I worship the way my brain
and mouth
and eyes
melt into one.
i have always longed to become a goo
of pixels
and radiation
haven’t you?
how can you expect me to process my emotions properly
in a world that doesn’t even know how to cry?
KIRSTY MACLELLAN’S poetry expands fragmentary thoughts into bite-sized art by using questions as a tool for projecting her ideas. She writes in an abstract and contemporary style that lacks structure (but of course, that is the point!). Her work aims to uncover the connections between the human condition and the divine.