mourning the static of a postmodern ritual

they speak of satellite television
as though every television set
were a man-made star covered
with the gloss of minerals and

unused tissue. the digestive system
retracts all information. we have
been accustomed to sharp sensations
in our throat as one of the characters

perform. only, Shakespeare remains
conspicuous by his absence. the spinal
cord does not know comfort except
to stretch in the singular pluralities

of radii and static vibrations. one
day the electricity was gone, and the
house was silent. you could hear a
tone of quiet spreading between walls.

Sneha Subramanian Kanta has her work forthcoming in Dialog Magazine, Otoliths, EPIZOOTICS!, Fallujah Magazine and elsewhere. A GREAT Scholarship awardee, she is pursuing her second postgraduate degree in literature in England.

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