On air

It’s tempting to imagine that the peroxide curls
of the pretty but insipid talking head
on the local news are sentient, and that
they’re just as horrified as I am

whenever they hear her speak with
faux gravitas while describing a scene—
like the roof of a convenience store collapsing
while firefighters attempt to control

the rapidly spreading blaze—that doesn’t need
additional dramatizing. I like to think that one
day they’ll rebel. Secede from the oppressive
mother-head. And instead of panning over

to the Doppler radar for the latest on some high-
pressure system blowing up from the Florida Keys,
or cutting to the sports desk for the area football
scores, the director will tell the cameraman

to stay tight on the line of disembodied ringlets
slowly making their way across the studio floor.