A Poem by Gemma Cooper-Novack

Antisocial Media

I forgot to ignore the networks when I woke up this morning. I forgot the buzzing retroactive relief that they didn’t exist

eighteen years ago, scraping at experience. I’m never going to forget and I doubt that anyone who could

will benefit from remembering. Some of us are stuck with the moment, others the aftermath, but I should grow up enough to admit that yes,

I prefer to be adherent. I prefer to move through the world understanding a small amount of what it means to be draped and displayed with things

you didn’t put there, didn’t ask for, like air dancing with ash so fine that if you’d tried to take a picture, it wouldn’t have shown on your skin.

About the author

Gemma Cooper-Novack is the author of We Might As Well Be Underwater (Unsolicited Press, 2017). Her poetry and fiction have appeared in more than twenty journals, including Glass, Midway Journal, and Lambda’s Poetry Spotlight, and been nominated for multiple Pushcart Prizes and Best of the Net Awards. Published chapbooks include Too Much Like a Landscape (2015, with Warren Tales) and “Bedside Manner” (The Head and the Hand, 2020). Gemma’s plays have been produced in Chicago, Boston, and New York. She was a runner-up for the 2016 James Jones First Novel Fellowship, and has been awarded artist’s residencies from Catalonia to Virginia and a grant from the Barbara Deming Fund. Gemma is a doctoral candidate in Literacy Education at Syracuse University.

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