One glance at my Facebook feed reminded me of two things:
- Why the fashion world needs me
- and why I hate Facebook.
Vinyl Record
My needled eyes touch the grooves
of her etched scripts, the silent
records of her voice spinning, the
sounding echoes of her hurt playing
in my head like songs of heartbreak
and loneliness, her opera of discontentrocking and rolling, the vinyl record
of her essence bursting in through
my ears louder and louder as thetrack goes! But soon I lift my eyes to
cancel her hymn, and now all that
resonates within me is a white noise,
the quietness of her, the distortion of
us both.
