what could i do? i exhausted a language that was never mine to begin with. there are only so many ways to articulate desire or say goodbye. and i had used them all. i began to improvise. i became a stranger. listen to my heart. that’s all that’s left now. and it is still so familiar.
In which a long-time record collector and sometimes poet shares shares vinyl finds, words of worth, and plays keep or cull.
