Tagged: 80s

there are at least four

there are at least four
hundred and twenty-
eight songs i no longer
play, not counting the
accidental shuffles, one-
point-one days of ditties
i will not d.j. for
guests nor the company
of one. between past and
present, there is a
gap, where last played
rehearses silently, confined
to a losing history
.
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4:06 a.m., you ordered a

4:06 a.m., you ordered a
ballad, as if it were on the
menu, called for it like
we had just spun the
wheel of fortune, and we
landed fairly far
afield into the post-
9/11 inappropriate
Bangles, but you
whispered close enough
as though you knew Bette
Midler was queued up next,
and we were hours till dawn
.
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against all odds was

against all odds was
playing at 4:04
a.m. when it happened –
with these things, it
could mean
everything
and nothing –
perhaps we felt
the presence of
unknowing, and that
was enough for
a reach. even now,
i am still coming up
for air, listening for
and not seeing
there’s just
an empty space

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