The body wants to feel inspired

by Alex Gallo-Brown

Blue lights twirl
through bare window,
flicker like laptop screen
pointed towards our face.
The body springs up. The body
will know what to do.
The body 

bangs head against glass,
craning its neck to see.

Downstairs, the neighbor shakes 

against an open door.

There is a body, dead,

lying in the back lot.
No way he will sleep

until it has been removed.

Nothing to say, 

to see, here

for the body.

It does not know

this man.

Upstairs, in the room, 

body flicks laptop up,

presses a button

until it begins to speak.

There is a convention on,
chirping mouths

in quivering heads
to fill our ears
with air.
There is an election on
and we want to feel 

inspired.