Faint Station

“…on blood antenna / and dust radio”
~Chris Whitley

On those days
static leans hard
on either side of me,
I’m a song
I no longer hear.
You hold me
in the kitchen,
a dial tuning in
to a sliver. Listen,
this is a faint station.
Never out of range,
you always find it.

for D.D.

With thanks to William Stafford, Chris Whitley, and Pete Anderson for the writing exercise.