Riley welch is a poet from texas living in Denver. She posts three original poems a week. 


We’re back to scheduled programing, and it is fine. The static on the television is different than it used to be. I could get lost in if for hours. But now I can’t stare for more than a minute. Two minutes. Tops. The carpet in front of it doesn’t dance in the light from the screen. It’s reds and blues and greens making up something new. 

now it’s just a carpet and just a tv and just our regular programming



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