i was fifteen when i first wrote it. it kept looping back the way songs do.
you know, i don’t remember why anymore. i always just figured i would. [laughs]
i’m not online, but i dream about faces. i tried hearing mammals for years.
after janet, the pond had a bottom. this was a bedroom, and pink.
right now? the shallots from march. the metal is still too warm.
i’m gonna sing for a child one day. just not with this body, you know?
emilie kneifel is a good man in a storm.