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[rednickel]

I'm sitting in the library, about to go to a poetry reading by Irene Mckinney (who from the poems I've read, is amazing), and I find myself wondering: Why do they call it a "pair" of underwear? These are the kind of paradoxes that keep my up all night.

I've been listening to this song alot lately. I've always interpreted as a guy kissing and/or sleeping with an ex-girlfriend at her birthday party because he's lonely, but at the same time he realizes that it's a mistake. Anyway, Phil Elvrum's lyrics are amazing to me ...

The Microphones - I Felt Your Shape

I thought I felt your shape but I was wrong
Really all I felt was falsely strong
I held on tight and closed my eyes
It was dumb I had no sense of your size

It was dumb to hold so tight
But last night
On your birthday in the kitchen
My grip was loose my eyes were open

I felt your shape and heard you breathing
I felt the rise and fall of your chest
I felt your fall
Your winter snows
Your gusty blow
Your lava flow
I felt it all
Your starry night
Your lack of light
With limp arms I can feel most of you

I hung around your neck independently
And my loss was overwhelmed
By this new depth I don’t think I ever felt

But I don’t know
The nights are cold
And I remember warmth
I could have sworn
I wasn’t alone