anything at all

DUST blew out of the
radio you could see its
wave forms in the late
afternoon sunlight prancing
across the kitchen bench
like in a ballroom competition
assured of victory by bent judges DUST
blew out of my iPhone a steady

digital beam that could
not be listened in on even if
all the Russian and Ukrainian
hackers had me in their
crossfire DUST blew out of
my ears and I knew I was
deflated each mote (there’s
that word again) a hyper-

condensed thought bubble
on its way to market in a
meridional world where every
great circle is an event and
every heaven is preoccupied
DUST DUST DUST all this talk about DUST
it blew from your mouth like an
animation explaining COVID transmission but

it could have been anything you had
to say, anything at all