it doesn’t take perfect pitch to understand.


the word itself invokes an image of schönberg:
pierrot lunaire, a survivor from warsaw;
but our tone row is perhaps a tad

sleepy smiles as slurs
mischievous grins and
pp laughter

mumbled i love yous
lilted voices,
teasing tones —

whoever said this was
boring and unexpressive
wasn’t listening.

these are the signs.

you don’t need to see it to believe it — you just need to hear it.

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