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We'll Play Through The Air Raid Sirens (Anthem 1962)
Linda comes in. Her dad left for Homestead this morning. National Guard. She doesn't mention it. Picks up her guitar and starts playing. Not the Staple Singers song we've been working on. Something else. Faster.…
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My Jacket Is Full Of Birds
The jacket is enormous. Not big. Enormous. The sleeves go past my hands. The bottom hangs to my knees. When I zip it up I look like a walking sleeping bag. Which is the point. I wanted to disappear into it.…
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There's Nothing There I Need More Than I Need to Not Be Zip-Tied And Tossed In A Van
Drop the bomb, drop the bomb.…
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Finally, We Have So Much to Tell You
But what if anthropomorphism is just another word for recognition?…
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