So what of this empty street, new blank fridge, old pictures waiting to be hung? Here is the same before: bluejays, steeple clouds, darkening
It is both: the groove, the needle. Also the music spinning forth and, beneath the music, the hiss. It is the force that scatters
i. Blackout, 1990 My grandfather’s neurons are ferrying the story of his body across dark water. But let’s begin with citronella candles, mosquitoes haunting