“Glow” by Emily Bludworth de Barrios
Living inside a single screen as pieces of life
slide past is like throwing yourself in the trash
And I have thrown myself in the trash
My only hours
The Internet plunged me into a glowing
rectangle of sadness
And I plucked myself out again
Dripping with poison
And dropped myself back in again
Once upon a time
I was a soul glowing and curled in someone’s
arms
Then I’m eyes that lean into a glowing screen
Living inside a single screen as pieces of life
slide past is like throwing yourself in the trash
And I have thrown myself into the trash
The books I once read
My children’s little faces turned to me like little
screens
My children’s little faces turned to me like little
moons
My posture
My neck
The curves and folds of my brain bathed in a
sharp white glow
Like a brain bathed in a liquid solution
A solution made of a white glow
Who knows
The dark folds my brain may have had
Who knows
How sad my brain may have been
Encased in a dark shell of bone
All alone
Living inside a single screen as pieces of life
slide past is like throwing yourself in the trash
And I have thrown myself into the trash
Where I reside now with all of you
Who knew
Before all this
What different kinds of trash we are
Finding among the trash
Some beautiful trash
And other trash which frightens me
Scary trash touches my scary eyes
Living inside a single screen as pieces of life
slide past is like throwing yourself in the trash
And I have thrown myself into the trash
My only hours
One thing I loved about the Internet
When I loved the Internet
Was how I could see the shapes of souls
unfurling their tendrils in words
Having found tendrils of sweet minds unfurling
I’ve had to shut the drawer on the tendrils
sweeping out
I’ve had to shut the drawer directly on the
tentacles
I miss the fragile tentacles of souls
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Emily Bludworth de Barrios is the author of the poetry books Rich Wife (University of Wisconsin Press 2025) and Shopping or The End of Time (University of Wisconsin Press 2022). Her work combines lyrical and associative forms to consider class, material culture, and the conditions under which women make art. A recipient of the Four Lakes Prize and the Felix Pollak Prize in Poetry, she divides her time between Houston, Texas and Santa Cruz de la Sierra, Bolivia. Her website is www.emilybludworthdebarrios.com.
