Daily Disturbances by featured artist Jamila Clarke


      A Lovely Pay Phone, in Chicago

      Thomas Lux punched me in the gut, metaphorically. Friends and I were nymphing in the bar,
      talking over whiskeys he purchased. We could have been any women. We were just lipstick and
      mascara sharing time with a sports coat. Everything about that evening was circumstantial. I hate
      poems, and then I don’t. These days are flamboyant. I went crazy with naming and misspelled
      clouds recently. One day I’ll look at the sky and see acceptance. I’ve disappeared so often that
      lies have become my other tongue. Oh, what I’d give to be barefoot and pregnant, resting on a
      rotting porch in South Carolina. From a street corner on Michigan Avenue I watched a crane
      move a pay phone to its final destination. When my name is forgotten by the world I wonder if
      it’ll mean that I never existed.

 


Kelly Jones

Kelly Jones works, lives, and plays in New Orleans. She has an MFA in Poetry and a BA in Literature & Social Justice. Two of her favorite things are glitter and manatees.