Alec Solomita’s fiction has appeared in the Southwest Review, The Mississippi Review, Southword Journal, and The Drum (audio), among other publications. He was shortlisted by the Bridport Prize and Southword Journal. His poetry has appeared in The Ekphrastic Review, Gnashing Teeth Publishing, The Galway Review, Bold + Italic, Litbreak, Subterranean Blue Poetry, The Blue Nib, Red Dirt Forum, and elsewhere. His chapbook, “Do Not Forsake Me,” was published in 2017 and is still available at Finishing Line Press and Amazon. His first full-length book of poetry was published last April by Kelsay Press. He’s working on another. He lives in Massachusetts.
Shush
“Facts vs truth:
truth has no agenda”
Norm Macdonald
Don’t speak to me.
You hurt me
but you don’t know how.
So if you try to speak
I will lower my head
and look away.
You’re not sure why.
Aint that the truth!
I’m not sure why.
Must’ve hurt you
somehow. Not
meaning to, but
not nearly as much
as you hurt me
when you said
“Don’t speak to me.”
helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless
heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless heartless.