Static
When you pulled the t-shirt
over
your stooped head
I heard the crackle of static
and imagined the soft,
invisible fur
of charged atmosphere
over the TV’s
translucent imagery.
Lights out, my blind
and all-believing hands
discover the ghost
of
a smile
on your invisible face;
here you are
in your skin,
shocking
against mine.
from The
Man in the White Suit
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