The crash woke you the interstates like veins
you watched one bleed out of the ramp into your old town
now you dream only of that sound
Human beings with smoke rings
packed dust from distant galaxies
all you want to do is trust
is it never enough or is it all too much
A small flash of light from behind the rowhouses
you’re part of it, the electrons through the air
I’ve been numbing mine for years. Lamps dim
the sky goes pale horse white, you are only energy
and you are part of everything
even me.
When it gets too heavy there’s always TV
I still feel your static feed electric and unfeeling,
flooding all the channels with languid plaque at night
I drove far from your city visuals mythologized into song
You only wish you believed it. You only wish you were wrong.
Rachel Browne 