Radio Static

The sun is shining on the dashboard
Windows down, a cool 70° breeze
Your voice floats out of the speakers:
No change, I can change, I can change,”
My heart skips a beat, you’re singing:
I can change, but I’m here in my mould.”
And then I’m singing:
But I’m a million different people from one end to the next,
I can’t change my mould, no, no, no
And I wonder what it’s like to be down, down
Nothing but ashes swimming in the gulf
With a voice made of radio static

January 20, 2020



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