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Yo La Tengo


That indie hit
We loved the Spring
We met, and split,
And everything

Careered in two,
Doubling the pain
We singly knew,
On a tunnel-bound train

Comes thin and sappy
From someone's phone
(Dance tune to the happy),
Whose tinny ringtone

Stirs ghostly feet,
As the seconds slow,
And strangers repeat
Hello? and Hello?


Ryan Wilson

The Stranger World
Measure Press


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