Bang

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This episode includes an original song, written a few years ago, resurfaced and rerecorded over the past several weeks; and few words.

Bang

How’d you end up 
on the other side?

Across from me, 
across the divide.

I heard you banging
on the other wall. 

Across from me, 
I can't stand the light. 

I heard you banging on the wall
too soft to make it sensible. 

I hear you tapping out a code. 
I can't understand you at all. 

You type it out in outer space;
send a transmission to the mall.

There's one exception you must face;
I can't read anything that small. 

And everywhere we are invisible
look up at the sun
it covers everything.

In any case I can't become someone.
Not in front of your face
or in the sky. 

I hear you typing out your words
setting the font to miniscule.

I've just been fading in and out;
there's no reflection that I fear.

I keep on my side, you on yours.
Keep my face lit up on your screen.

Don't find the password on my shelf.
Don't string me out or make a scene.

And every time we are invisible
look up at the sun
it covers everything.

In any case I can't become someone.
Not in front of your face
or in the sky. 

We can be the other side of us,
all the shakes shake out of
our limbs and on to scattered floors.

I'll find you in when I am out.
I'll sow the patient seeds of doubt. 

Time Bomb, Oil on Canvas, Robin Louise Schaefer

Your Pal,

RS