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Apathy

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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