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Radio Poem #1

Static
anger bares my teeth
their backs turned
pressed
to the smooth dark
inside of a clam shell.

If the look in my eyes
could snap it open/

if the axe in my mind
could smash it open...


Static on an AM radio sounds like crickets in the mornings
and I miss the hills
I am not convinced.

I mean,
what if I decline?

-Elizabeth