Time stretches through the atmosphere
traveling on wings of insecticide
carrying voices between recipients.
Words flicker in and out – static buzzes -
are caught on radio station emissions
disguised as guitar riffs and drum-beats.
"Why doesn't she answer the phone?"
"I wonder if they have this in blue."
"I wish I could kill myself."
But, butterfly, if I could find your yesterday -
I would have given up my wings for you
if it could have saved you from your frequency.