& THEN COMES THE STATIC
dont you like the way our nights quietly collide (you
walk excited into my basement w broken lights) , you
say to me stoic-faced so i send you reckless into the
couch & the lo-fi hip hop scratches to life as the record
player knocks into position i feel i feel (your gaze stoic
& unresponsive) our nights collide across space-time
& rest in reaching distance from overlap ; maybe you
say & & & let’s consider the consequences (where are
we now really) i agree i agree i shake my body to stay
still & focus on my breathing : you (quietly at first the
lamps are dim) are close to telling me this doesnt feel
like we are here i watch reality tv so i wonder aloud
what character am i supposed to be you (subtly at
first) say no one darling we’re continuously casting
© a.m. kozak