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radio girl
(for Mama)
she feels as a lamppost half-flickering in isolation’s fate
a be-damned trapped in cataclysmic state…
and they…they have themselves convinced
her there should be from their minds rinsed.
— to which of an ear hears the radio girl?
she serenades the immortals
since the mortals are earless
to her reality.
she feels as a resin on which passing footfalls pound
squashed red and imprinted brown…
peeled from pavement’s spirit, shamed
by soles of shoes of inhuman(es).
— to which of a heart feels the radio girl?
she stashes hope in her faith house
where lone the Speaker of Spirit
values her quiddity.
she feels as an organism of microscopic structure
a pinhole lost in a shadow’s rupture…
and they…they amongst themselves stare
and say nowhere is she standing there.
— to which of an eye sees the radio girl?
she throws her coin in the fountain
and prays for rain to erase
her invisibility.
