over and under

something hideous is playing beneath my airpod islolation
eno’s ambient won’t cut it
noise canceling is an art
this other music is
other
not for me
lacking oxygen
will stop your ascent
compassion for the dj
in this tiny shop
and the lady who wants to hear a record
he is putting new arrivals in plastic sleeves
we buy used records
and play them
like
treasures

01-13-24

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