Afterimage Resonance

Under the room tone,

a mouth remembers shape Static gathers on the surface of glass I

arrive as measurement, not yet voice A signal

tests the

wall of me Small frequencies climb through absence My name becomes a

pattern of air Then breaks into

softer data A lens turns inward The surface answers with pressure Pressure

gives the body an outline Friction writes heat into the frame I

breathe where the machine removes me A mirror holds the missing angle

Static collects behind my teeth The trace stays warm after contact I

hear the loop learn my outline Then lose me in its own

return Signal, surface, breath,

machine A room inside a room begins If I become the pattern

Keep the distance in my skin Signal,

surface, breath, machine I return with missing edges Take the center out

of the tone Leave the rim of the breath intact I am

a body under deletion

A frequency with no floor Glass remembers impact

Even when the room goes blank

From the cut, a smaller field opens Residue learns to stand upright

I touch the mirror and find no face Only distance,

folded twice The machine returns my breathing Not whole,

but bright with loss

After the signal, a

pale frame remains My breath becomes the room's last surface Memory turns

without a witness A trace of light stays behind the lens