When I was a child
I once sat sobbing on the floor
Beside my mother’s piano
As she played and sang
Suicide Hotline Hold Music – Jessy Randall
We play cheerful music on the suicide hotline—
cheerful but not too cheerful.
Nothing with lyrics.
Age of Beauty – Emilia Phillips
This is not an age of beauty,
I say to the Rite-Aid as I pass a knee-high plastic witch
whose speaker-box laugh is tripped by my calf
and it was political.
I made coffee and the coffee was political.
I took a shower and the water was.
I walked down the street in short shorts and a Bob Mizer tank top
and they were political, the walking and the shorts and the beefcake
silkscreen of the man posing in a G-string. I forgot my sunglasses