Signal lost, signal found
March 5, 2025
field of noise, a flickering face
A thousand old channels
hiss—
Just me in the meadow, legs in the grass,
Watching my life drift slowly past.
I sit with myself, the skin, the bones.
tuned to the comfort, this frequency of mine alone
Signal lost, signal found
March 5, 2025
field of noise, a flickering face
March 5, 2025
A thousand old channels
hiss—
I sit with myself, the skin, the bones.
tuned to the comfort, this frequency of mine alone
©2025 yvonnedoll
©2025 yvonnedoll