my brain is a broken record
that I am constantly trying
to buffer, a chorus that changes every
time but the melody stays the same, my
tongue skips over itself like

graft my name onto your
family tree I mean tell me you love
me like a daughter I mean I sleep
better on your couch than I do
in any space my father has walked
in I mean will you still be there
in the morning?

if you tell me you love me
I will play it over and over
in my mind until the tape
comes undone. give me
a reason to keep pressing
rewind because if I just let
the memories play, I hear
my father saying I love you for
the last time and then empty
space, the record keeps spinning
but no sound is coming out this
album is not over. it is just
waiting for you to put the needle
down.