Thursday, April 19, 2012

Year of writing 108. 18/30

4/18/12

18/30

The vinyl spins.
There is an empty glass
near the turntable -
this is what it sounds like
inside the headphones
before the needle drops.

The needle drops.
The warm crackle of
empty space before the
song is a familiar bed.
I'd like to rest in this sound
awhile. It is home.

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