The Corners of the House

by Jonathan Vassar

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In my dream we’re in this same room sitting on the couch that you say is green and i say is brown. You’re reading the news I'm staring into space; trying to think of something to do and so do nothing but think. Then your voice gets all matter of fact "What about the kids?" i just laugh "What about the kids?" I squint as the hall Light from under the door spreads throughout the room I wonder what we’re waiting for.
Snow Walk 02:22
Late night snow walk in what must be a foot. There's a cold stillness -- a hush, now that the snowfall has stopped. We try and find our way back to the road after wandering off. Where did it go? Everything is aglow and moonlit like it’s light out. Our movement is slow. Time feels like the trees, weighted down. Like the moment before something happens. Who knows?
The other day I came up with something It was so unexpected that i almost didn’t notice. I try to relive the moment by going through the same motions, and make the habitual ritual, and be mindful of how it feels right before the feeling. But i must be doing something wrong. I can’t bring it back at all. I want to be left alone, but I don’t want to be alone.
Down aisle three at the Walgreens you run into me; wearing your famous Tori Amos shirt from her '92 Little Earthquakes tour, which reminds me of how back in high school, we'd skip class to go listen to her over at your house. To make some small talk, I ask about your sister. You say "She's down in Florida now." You don't ask me anything. So I say “Good A to see you.” snd i go to checkout with my baby tylenol and paper towels. “Oh these little earthquakes Here we go again. It doesn't take much to rip us to pieces."
Silver Bell 02:10
As she reached across the table to close the kitchen window, she brushed against the lily with the silver bell. The room was still. I focused on the sound of the wind in the corners of the house. Awake and quiet in the darkness; waiting for the day to warm us. We held onto each other. Buried in the blankets, as the light began to shift from the floor to the foot of the bed. "Why are the nights so cold?" you said. The cold is what I remember best. Back when we were careless.


released January 1, 2020

Music & Lyrics by Jonathan Vassar
Songs recorded on a GE 3-5015 // Slim AC/DC Cassette Tape Player & Recorder.
Overdubs in Audacity with a Blue Bluebird Cardioid Condenser.


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