Updated: Nov 5, 2019
by Ariana Kanchugerin
You are speaking,
I know.
Yet I find myself distracted
by the flies on the windowsill,
whose attempts at escape
leave short bursts of radio static
in my ears,
as though I
am losing contact
with you.
Perhaps if I had
one hundred flies
I could drown out your signal entirely,
and hear only a roar
of silence.
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