I Am Exposed to None of These Perils

by JAMES MEETZE

 

 

Today is an otherness. 
Gray, green, floating star
of dandelion tuft.  

I want to silence the voices
by watching TV, but it calls to me

the language I speak
or that speaks through my body. 

There isn’t a remote
with which to change the channel.
There isn’t an audience to listen. 

I am already ash.

I am other than I am able to be.