What You Notice When The Signal’s Gone by Sophie May Coates

I am not a silent poet

Reflected in the noir glass pane

of a newspaper stand,

I uncover the marked shape,

less tainted by the ceramic walls.

The smog that settles on the shoulders,

those crowded into compartments.

Stalked by the digital shields of life

– absorbed in the rose gold coat.

-A sleepy image,

somewhere between me

and where I have settled in the crowd

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