The Voice on the Radio Rises and Alarms

When you were a child and lived beside the sea, you would go down in the afternoon and pluck clams from between the rocks. Your grandfather would cook them over his stove until they opened, and you would listen to the radio together. Do you remember the light so bright you could see it through the wall? Then nothing. And a ringing telephone. But we are here, and now, and this is not there, and then, concluded the sheriffs. The spokes being responded to follow-up questions by cocking their head and slowly blinking their milk glass eyes like an animal watching an insect crawl across the floor. They can only travel in one direction, like mountains travel through the