Dial Tone

The radio dial slipped.

Just a touch.

And then, a sound.

Raw, unmodulated.

A million tiny insects, leg on leg,

in a rush.

Filling the room, it felt too much.

Nothing but air, breaking.

I nudged it back, slowly.

Found the music again.

But for that split second, the air was wrong.

Like something trying to speak.

And failing.