Urgent Broadcast from Clyo Muse of History

Noland Blain

I am speaking from the Ronald Reagan Airport Bathroom Radio Station
I am speaking from the Disneyworld Gestapo Radio Station
I am speaking from the Washington D.C. Sausage Factory Radio Station
I am smuggling the letters in the squat bottles of Tylenol
I am slipping the letters between toothpaste and razor
I am securing the letters by their long plastic tails
I am stowing the letters in the Boeing overhead compartment I call Memory
I call it Memory because it is short dim and unreliable
ergo I am salvaging letters from the Appalachian crashland
I am speaking from the Asheville Highwater Radio Station
I am speaking from the Shack-Behind-Monticello Radio Station
I am speaking from the North Florida Ice Floe Radio Station
I am slipping the letters from their plastic sleeves
I am sending the letters strapped to pigeons I’ve trained
I am smarting the letters in the juice of a lemon
I am swallowing the letters in dreamy capsules of fish oil
I am sewing the letters in the elastic of jockstraps
I am speaking from the Amazon Warehouse Panopticon Radio Station
I am speaking from the Tesla Sex-bot Factory Radio Station
I am speaking from the Landfill-Outside-Cahokia Radio Station
I am submitting the letters at the hidden location
I am smoking a letter so you’ll know me by the smoky O O O
I am stealing what letters I determine need smuggling
I am sinking the letters into bars of chocolate like blades
I am setting the letters in a briefcase on the train
I am scanning the letters in the public library’s gallery of computers
but the computers are owned by companies who want the letters scattered
ergo I am scribing the letters on impervious surfaces of stone monoliths
I am ciphering the letters in a complicated opera of cryptographic meter
I am summoning the letters via chanting and candles in an underground church
I am setting the letters to simmer out of the lemon juice over a gentle candle
I am sharpening the letters into a dense bronze weapon and setting it down in a grave
I am speaking from the Smokey Hollow Tallahassee Radio Station
I am speaking from the Blanche Bruce Memorial Library Radio Station
I am speaking from the Minidoka Radio Station
I am speaking from the Clyo Georgia Radio Station
I am speaking from the Newest Orleans Radio Station
I am speaking from the Impervious Surfaces Radio Station
I am speaking from the Lavender Enemy Radio Station
I am speaking from the Fruit City Radio Station Where No One Is Hungry
I am speaking from the Love City Radio Station Where Everyone Is Dangerous
I am speaking from an Undisclosed Radio Station Beyond the President’s Measly imagination
I am seeding the letters in the ground like a grave so they survive
I am sullying the letters in the slick guts of pigs so they survive
I am stuffing the letters into wigs breast implants stomachs throats and assholes so they survive
I am shredding the letters to multiply the chance that they survive
I am surviving the letters that do not survive
I am swirling letters out of red arcs of fire
I am suggesting letters on bare whiffs of pheromones
I am signing letters with the swings of my body
I am singing letters on the invisible spectrum of soundwaves
I am singing out of Memory
I am singing, out from Memory
I am singing out of history
I am singing out from history
I am singing you are your history
I am singing your/our history
I am singing you’re our history
I am singing you’re our history

Noland Blain (he/they) is a writer and library professional from Jacksonville, Florida, currently pursuing a master's degree in Archival Studies at University of British Columbia. Their work can be found in Susurrus, Black Fox Literary, SAPIENS, Funicular Magazine, The Kudzu Review, and elsewhere.