Blizzard

  July 4, 2002
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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