TRANSLATION ACROSS A DISTANCE OF CODES AND SYMBOLS
In fragments, I finally write
from a night here in the middle of the road
with words of apology.
Slight wars inhabit everything here
and I found myself dreaming in a gray voice.
What I am sorry for: Leaving you
so long, to allow this to pass without words.
But language lately
has looked like little more
than burning and nails
and so I offered what I could;
my small, frightened silence.
C.C. Russell lives in Wyoming with his wife and daughter. His writing has appeared in such places as Wyvern Lit, Rattle, Word Riot, The Cimarron Review, and The Colorado Review. He has also lived in New York and Ohio.