No Poem

No thing.  No dream.

No soul toward

phosphorescence.

No burn.  No black.

No come.  No home.  No

yes, no. No do, undo.

No sky, holler, hug.

No blue.  No come back

as an ant or a king.  No hover

over the body until it’s time

to let go.  No know.

No now.

–Whitney Hudak

Whitney Hudak holds an MFA from Bennington and lives in Brooklyn, NY.