Two Billows

A poem (+ a future poem)

after Scott Fitzgerald

tasting an imaginary cold brew stained with orange peel behind real sunglasses and nearly floating in this white skirt and only half-thinking the thoughts that pass and bruising blonde and insulating past all recognition and walking by sound alone and ignoring news and trying to swallow the sky and wondering what boat shoes mean and being bored with resurrection and blessing a crisp bill and praising exposed train tracks and disavowing then avowing polyphony and acknowledging overhead instructions and anticipating flung-open panes and inhaling the smell of traffic and condemning purity and screaming with mouth closed and sketching beatscapes and chasing the memory of a sugar packet and balancing cares carelessly and recognizing only blue and rejecting leather and claiming home without any right and being passive and not passive and dreaming of acquaintances made the next day and seeping through the layers and flaunting without moving and smashing things/selves and retreating by going out and emerging from a sound bath and having no mood at all and settling into new skin and craving steam and recalling an unlived decade and maintaining anonymity through whimsy and wanting what’s long gone and wearing nature like nothing and picturing an eternity posed side by side with another soft presence what do men know of women’s desire and, upon reaching the crosswalk, shading with a hand and waiting

8 June 2024

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Pre-orders begin soon for the inaugural issue of 13tracks magazine, a collaborative extension of the eponymous curated-playlist newsletter. I pay tribute to my beloved Berlin club scene, on which Peggy Gou is a fixture. Follow them on Instagram or subscribe to the newsletter for updates.

Song rec of the week: “Tente Outra Vez,” Raul Seixas (the album Novo Aeon turns fifty this year). Also, should you be looking to get back to the roots this Easter weekend, five-years-ago me has got you covered.