The Video Option
No, no
Buzzsaws hijack
our blessed silence
An influx of emotions
Sensory overload attack
Answer on the fifth ring
Count the breaths between
Freight train wreck, derailed
An oversized sweater covering
up the tracks, recovery ship
sailed, woman overboard
Press play, tune out,
become absorbed in
radio frequency synchronicities
No, no
I was awake in someone else’s
fever dream
I was running for the station
when I heard the grieving scream
Rewind, delete, be kind, discreet
Captured in digital, moments
most pivotal Hang up
Run frail fingers down a face
frozen on a paused flat screen
Thistle Thoughts 