I nearly sign up for a free tutorial on how to market a book on social media by a writer who has sold 50,000 copies this way, until I realize she is a tik tok poet and I would rather throw away my phone than tick the clock (Reece Gritzmacher)

and anyway, I don’t have a book all swaddled for the runway, just a hundred pages here, a hundred out back, and words cobwebbing the ceiling. I have no active accounts at present, not even bumble for romance. I think I want to tin can communication, to ships with poems on their masts tucked into glass. I think I want to nap. I think the skunk in the rio might be my target audience. The neighborhood gang of deer require no hashtag or videos from me, and the tarantulas informed me they don’t need a blue verified check.

I want to know what variable a twittering platform is or must solve for, but I can’t bring myself to search engine x, nor overthink meta. My side hustle, though not profitable, is sleep, and I appear to be in the red, but maybe not read. I blued my hair, I wrote into tyndall, but have no platform for such matters, so I tell a tree instead.

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Reece Gritzmacher lives in Northern Arizona in a mountain town surrounded by ponderosa pines, but grew up hugging trees in the Pacific Northwest. Their poetry and prose has appeared or is forthcoming on Sundog Lit, Bending Genres, Ghost City Review, Poets.org, and elsewhere. They hold an MFA from Northern Arizona University. 

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image: Andrea Damic (Sydney, Australia) has literary art that appears or is forthcoming in The Ekphrastic Review, Sky Island Journal, Roi Fainéant Press, Door Is A Jar, The Dribble Drabble Review, Five on the Fifth, Your Impossible Voice, and elsewhere. As an amateur photographer, she’s especially proud of having her photographs published on the covers of Door Is A Jar, Rat’s Ass Review and Molecule: A Tiny Lit Mag. You can find her on  https://damicandrea.wordpress.com/ or Twitter @DamicAndrea, Instagram @damicandrea and FB @AndreaDamic