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First House
01:39
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Quick Fifty-ed junior year of high school.
I heard Canan popped her like a cyst,
cuz they came into our gym class and tore apart her backpack
and walked her out with cuffs around her wrists.
And I guess that I thought
they were trying to flip her to get to the top,
but that was last time I saw a working cop.
Cut to 22,
and I'm lamped in her living room
with the TV showing some gardening DVD she keeps on loop.
She bought her first house
with funds for which she could not account.
It seems obvious now how that would go and raise some greying eyebrows.
Not surprised when they knocked,
but now they needed her to talk.
She took their deal, and then she walked.
Got her ex to drive her and hide her
somewhere deep in Denver.
I hope in the darkness of her closets
she sees the faces of the friends she fucked over.
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Night Tennis
01:51
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We're 19 again calling out "Foggy" in my basement.
The first ‘Daredevil’ party in which we crack the end.
Coughed up the Familyland joke that I partial stole
from an episode of ‘The Larry Sanders Show.’
Attached-pad carpets with pooling, red droplets—
I realized you were bleeding, and I fainted against your armpit.
Now you're living at home. ‘League’ games but never whilom—
the persistent present tense paints me in pink monochrome.
Grace saw a note yr parents taped to yr phone
starting out, "You know we love you, but we feel you could be doing more."
Ignored yr behest: "it's too dark for tennis."
You faulted yr first serve and fucked up my face and glasses.
Sometimes I don't know what you get out of this.
Drive down to the Shorewood courts to play some night tennis.
Sometimes I'm scared you're going to hurt yourself beyond all repair.
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Shelby's Rainboots
02:08
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I thought it was cute:
Shelby showed up to class wearing her red, rubber rain boots.
I know she's speaking in signs
when she contorts her back to crack up her spine.
I'm a parallel vector lost in the lanes of her tan lines.
I'm amazed at the rate at which we take strangers and project onto them traits.
Aaron Rodgers, where have you gone?
Were you sucked into the sky like through a straw?
Recede in the darkness; keep warm in your Woolrich mackinaw.
Shell, I felt the creation of parallel timelines
as I watched you walk into the crosswalk and, by the campus connector, get sideswiped.
Is there more to empathy than the vague buzz of excitement, the cubital numbness,
to have avoided someone else's tragedy?
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Mike Nelson
04:17
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Horseshoe nailed above the front door.
"Feeling deceitful for making public some opinions while neglecting others."
Strep throat, too weak to speak above you.
We're "feeling important for having been offered [such] a [prominent] seat at the table."
Yr thumbs hooked in yr belt loops—
flushed a violent crimson when around you.
Catch yr skin on those moments of bullshit—
hanging outside, watching you copy keys at the Willy Street Ace Hardware
until knocked down, seeing stars tangled between yr bed sheets.
We're suddenly so cool with violence now that we the ones throwing punches
Yr thumbs hooked in yr belt loops—
flushed a violent crimson when around you.
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Billy Sunday Madison, Wisconsin
Billy Sunday is the band of David Anderson, Jacob Wolbert, and their many friends. Indie/punk/shoegaze based out of the good ol' USA.
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