5-10 Play Station

In my teens, the transistor radio was my generation’s equivalent. This muse was inspired during Jess’s teens.

Play Station


My Daughter


there is a light year between us


as you mash the controls on your video depot

and speed in some light tunnel


towards the outer edge of the galaxy.


Your orbit is around some sun

I cannot glimpse.


I dream of guiding the controls

your hands clamp,


while you dream of malls beneath Europa.