D'Augtoy

Here’s a poem from one of my favorite Millenial angst poets, Madison D’Augtoy.
It’s called “Stage.” It’s from her recent anthology of poems, “Blistering Sentiments.”

I find my lessened
But not depleted self
Here
At the Theater of Fuck.
The curtain rises slowly,
And I am lit so all
Can see the inners of my
Candid, blistered self.
Their eyes fuck me with disinterest.
But the stage is my
Storybook.
As the curtain falls, I don’t give
One holy fuck
About immortality.