Anthony A\W

unreliable narration

i am the worst at looking back.

i never forget a face. i check

on you with foggy brain. i want

you to do well and i want you.

i never forget a face. i check

on you by google search. i want

you to do well and i wish you

were dead. there’re memories where i see

to you by googling my longterm memory.

we said goodbye but knew it’d never

be dead. there’re memories where i see

times when we’d never know. i want

to say goodbye but knew we’d never.

i want to call you, waiting for

times that we’d never know. i want

your call to come through to me.

signals

i forget who i am. i am one

i used to love. in me, the love’s

still there, and nowhere is the

one. i live inside small

rooms. observe signals

thru TV screens

which alight

rooms in

me

Anthony A\W (he/they) is a writer in Los Angeles. Their work has been featured in Drunk Monkeys, Rogue Agent & Yes Poetry. Their chapbook Pantoum’d! was published Ghost City Press in 2019. Anthony is the Editor and Founder of goodbaad poetry journal.

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