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.