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Static On This Line

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We listen
mothers and daughters
to what we
Imagine each other said
parsing tone, phrasing, sighs,
sound of raised eyebrows above
eyes that might have just rolled
deciphering words in real time
and over again deep in the night
translations so clouded with years
of noise and dreams
it’s amazing luck when we manage
through thick, persistent static
to hear anything at all

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