Blizzard July 4, 2002 |
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You Spill shrill chatter over the airwaves (vibrations descend on the tendrils of antennas, seep into television screens, silky voices, smiling faces utter warnings) Suddenly come to life in a small town, like ants in a flattened anthill (idling engines rouse crackling cars, running black dots speckle the streets, then disappear again as doors slam shut) Later that night, hug yourselves and hug your other selves back, cold palms on warm sides, lips moving in unanimous prayer as I fall on you take you with me and leave you behind. |
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