Dudes, We Did Not Go Through The Hassle Of Getting These Fake IDs For This Jukebox To Not Have Any Springsteen

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Hanif Abdurraqib - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Dudes, We Did Not Go Through The Hassle Of Getting These Fake IDs For This Jukebox To Not Have Any Springsteen

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& and it is the end of another summer where I have slept on my couch for days only allowing another body to interrupt long enough for our limbs to tangle like weeds up the side of a brick house, reaching for something impossible. I promise there have always been dishes spilling out of the sink, love. It's how I discovered this kind of hunger. Last week, Rick lit a cigarette & yelled across the bar that the only difference between smoking & kissing someone who smokes is the way mouths collide before death sits in your lungs like an abandoned city & everyone laughed while I tried to wipe another's lip gloss from my cheek. Most people I know cannot sleep until they crawl though someone else's hollow. There are nights when I wish we were all still children, but then again, I suppose we may be or at least there is no other way to explain how we make every doorway our own. The way we stain ourselves & anything else that moves. The way we scream into the dark like a siren & the weeping, yet another thing we never mention in the morning. I think I am starting to vanish slowly from head to toe. There are ten different ways to say sunset. The bartender says my face is wearing all of them.

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  • Hanif Abdurraqib