You know how certain singers turn words into sounds, keeping only the tune?
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And if purple’s the new black as Vogue says(according to their latest ad-by-tweet,it s the seasons thing), perhaps erasure’sour poetry du jour.
On the train home, a Bluetooth in his ear, he listens to a lecture on fear and love, the four kinds, lower and higher.
They are here, in the eaves, the clothesline pole,hayloft—everywhere she looks—and everywhereshe goes they are there before her, in town
