...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

11. Specificity

It was "I Wanna Hold Your Hand."
I couldn't tell you where, exactly.
I think the living room. Perhaps the car.

The bass after "that something" rising
to meet "I think you'll understand"
went down my back out my limbs.

I was under ten, under eight. It came
from the t.v., or the Ford's AM radio,
the chorus recombinant waves I could

breathe under, I'd heard before I guess,
modes encountered in other structures.
No new sounds, alas. These were new.

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