Size / / /

All night the static pops and rumors to itself,

a half-pronounced, acclamatory babble,

commerce, conscience, eavesdropping on fate

or furious nothing, the wires of nations crossed.

Turn the dial, the stations spin like cooling stars,

the moon gone down. The mind

uncloses stickily from the hilts of dream,

the signal ghosting, jamming

a bloodied clutch of crowns, leaf-clashed,

coin-profiles chinking a child's singsong,

the one pure silence staring

like a hacked man's throat into the blade.




Sonya Taaffe reads dead languages and tells living stories. Her short fiction and poetry have been collected most recently in the Lambda-nominated Forget the Sleepless Shores (Lethe Press) and previously in Singing Innocence and Experience, Postcards from the Province of HyphensA Mayse-Bikhl, and Ghost Signs. She lives with one of her husbands and both of her cats in Somerville, Massachusetts, where she writes about film for Patreon and remains proud of naming a Kuiper Belt object.
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