Late Night Poetry #15: Invisibility

The radio frequencies change,
atoms of dust dance in the air;
you think that it’s strange
feeling things that are not there,
the things you cry for,
that you would die for,
are fixed by gravity,
your heat could be a burn
radiating ultraviolet invisibility,
and you breathe, you breathe
in the static of the radio.

© Liz Ward, 2018.

Inspired by Grayson Queen’s Somethingist Prompt, ‘Something invisible’, and a list of invisible things on Loner Wolf.

* For Nano Poblano 2018.