titular denials

she was
a nocturnal
transmission
to my satellite cortex
just another
dash
of white noise
to pollute the airwaves
of the missed connection
in my hypothalamus

my antenna
snapped
low to the frontal lobe
leaves
much to be said
for my reception
this defective
detective
that smokes a pipe
in my general
malaise

there were
not enough clues
to pinpoint
the exact instance
she stopped projecting
i stopped receiving
and he began deducing
a study in shadowboxes
the hellhounds
of titular denials

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