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Bad Luck; Brief Encounters

quietly now, we’ll marry, and i’ll see you in the bed. quickly now, we carry, tiny whispers echoing through my head

through my head

dawn will break through the curtains, and of all the light it can shed not a ray will blind you, as i think of the things i could have said

This is such a beloved creation of mine. FTANG! (FOR THEY ARE NO GOOD!) is a collection of poetry that i found truly inspiring (Rumi, Sarah Certa, Sierra DeMulder...) and put my own original riff and melody behind it, mixed it how i felt, and produced a couple cool recordings. I’m super proud of how they turned out, and i cant wait to make more.

Sarah Certa, Juliet. Act I. Page 4.

“It’s the thirteenth day of spring and all the snow is dirtier than it was yesterday. My teeth are one day older and the sky has another thousand molecules of cancer moving through it, but my eyes have been dry, and that feels really nice, in bed eating Oreos like a normal person, my feet getting warm as my brain softens and slips away from itself like a moon, a sailboat, all the pretty things we don’t know how to hold. You asked me for a letter and I sent you a star-shaped piece of my tongue. You asked me for a letter and this isn’t it. I’m sorry. I get so busy thinking about you that I forget to think about you. I imagine my insides like a whole sea of sailboats murmuring to each other in the dark, and I wonder how many secrets exist on the Earth at any given moment, what breed of flowers will dig their roots into our graves, what shade of gold is your breath when you dream? You make me want to make stamps out of morning, seal every envelope with a moan. How many fibers of the universe have we given birth to? Like this I am always wading through an orchestra, my hips always brushing against some sort of glass, all these breakable thoughts about God, the sun in April, the sound you make when you look at me and don’t make any sound.”

-Sarah Certa: “JULIET”