From the Archives Part 2

Days swing in n out

Shuffling feet, bends at necks and knees

Wet fingers tap forehead, chest, shoulder, shoulder

Amen

Im singin now...

they’ve long been to church

same sermons

fizzle-drone of cicadas

it’s constant and distant, but it’s sound

Days are different now

we worship our wifi

it gives us access to the sky

every notice, careful, you’re doing it wrong

it’s a cacophony of a million different songs

and they all sing contradicting things

Maybe the summer hum is gone,

I don’t know,

I’ve stopped listening