Karaoke Lounge (audio only)
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We once worked as clerks scanning moth-balled pages into the clouds, all memories outsourced except the fuzzy childhood bits when I was an undersized girl with a tic, they numbed me with botox I was a skinsuit of dumb expression, just fingerprints over my shamed all I wanted was snow to snuff the sun blades to shadow spokes, muffle the drum of freeways, erase
Chang spoke / Eng paused. Chang threw a beach ball / Eng caught it. Chang told a white lie / Eng got caught for the lie. Chang forgot his first language / Eng picked up English. In letters, Chang referred to themselves as "I" / Eng as "we." While proselytizing, the preacher asked Chang, "Do you know where you go after you die?" Chang said, "Yes, yes, up dere." / Thinking they didn't understand, he asked, "Do you know where I go after I die?" Eng said, "Yes, yes, down dere." Chang married Adelaine / Eng married her sister Sally. Chang made love to his wife / Eng daydreamed about
Recall the frontier when the business of memory booms, when broadbands uncoil and clouds swell with sticky portals, amassing to a monsoon of live-streams. Burn your chattel to keep the cloud afloat so its tears can freeze to snow.