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  • Emmy Bitonti


The plate of vinyl spins

as the needle

lines the individual grooves,

allowing the PVC

to sing.

Creating scenes, images, environments.

Potentially skipping,

leaving some things

left unsaid.

Or even screaming

with scratches,

deranged interruptions,

amidst the beautiful

one-sided conversation.

Eventually slowing to a stop,

a quiet sleep,

waiting to become active

once again.


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