A Wound in My Throat Shaped Like a Song

Side A

Happy Tuesday, loves. Surprising absolutely nobody, what was meant to be a short reflection on the 12/8 Dresden Dolls concert I attended has swollen like a split lip. It’s branched off into corridors I thought I’d sealed off. It’s taken on a subroutine operating 24/7 in my brain, slow cooking itself down. Therefore the only solution I can propose is to start putting it out in chunks.

Be advised, precious readers: I’ll have my knuckle dusters on.