Poetry of Issue #7        Page 10

Disorderly Speaking

I cling to
illusions of comfort
from voices
channelled through cable
on pet TV
controlled remotely

the sting
of beloved dead ones
breathing anachronistically
our friends who never knew us
soul pinched
by attachment

distraction from pain
triggers for the senses
connective
electricity
from the universe

learning and leaning in
then freeze-stroke panic
role switching white noise
shielding knowledge
of the war within

neurons burst
submissively
inhaling through the veil

I may never know
what this is
but I bow
and keep the door open

  Belinda Subraman