‘TV’ by Simon Costello
You tell me to leave it on, in case a culprit cuts a portal in the window, grows a shadow on our landing. So I blast it to ten, & the six o’clock cracks the walls with a quake in China, a ring of dealers sewing cocaine into hems, a passenger plane leaving black crumbs over the Andaman. These scenes render themselves to … Continue reading ‘TV’ by Simon Costello