rattle the quaking
by c}{imps 8 my ears
- 01. velvet lips twitch 2:00
- 02. crushed under the weight of their own horses 1:02
- 03. nostalgia wants us sickly 3:08
- 04. dress your absence 3:58
- 05. swerve around picnics 2:32
- 06. hello kitty steering wheel cover 1:32
- 07. at the end of this long moan 1:57
- 08. all you see is a cliff 1:35
- 09. we bleed for ideas 2:57
- 10. a cat meowing 1:35
- 11. eight crossed i's 8:58
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Bite Your Tongue
After: Of Silence. Drowned the Sound of Your Retreat
by Jennifer Elise Foerster
That was one way to let go, what identity
borne in discussions of cats passed,
by this cupboard of shadows scattered dusk-bound.
The rest notes between clanging steam pipes,
congealed out of slippery hopes
quickly dissolved in this shameless drizzle.
Bite your tongue, dress your absence
under a calendar of retirement.
Snowfall reduced to a memory of snowfall,
cold still cold.