alex pretti

The news used to sound 
like help, didn’t it? 
Now it’s just a sign 
that nobody stops for. 
Now it’s static. 
Now everybody has 
their own 
‘who they trust’ 
and the 
‘who they don’t'. 
It’s collective anemoia; 
someone explaining 
the finer points of fire 
while the room fills 
with smoke 
and the curtains melt 
into the window frame.