I put on some
elvis Costello and turn it up.
I clear the floor of
chairs in case I get
happy feet and need to dance.
I play his
first album on the stereo,
dropping the needle down
onto the vinyl groove
of the first track,
when it ends i
flip it over to the B
side.
there is no B side.
watching the detectives,
red shoes,
Allison, my aim is true,
and my favorite that
fits my current mood.
i'm not angry, anymore
sung in a gravelly
angry voice. love it.
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