This playlist turned out to be more suggestive of a narrative than I had intended, something I quite like. I attached it to the poem below for no real reason, I just quite liked the first stanza.
Station by Maria Hummel
Days you are sick, we get dressed slow,
find our hats, and ride the train.
We pass a junkyard and the bay,
then a dark tunnel, then a dark tunnel.
You lose your hat. I find it. The train
sighs open at Burlingame,
past dark tons of scrap and water.
I carry you down the black steps.
Burlingame is the size of joy:
a race past bakeries, gold rings
in open black cases. I don’t care
who sees my crooked smile
or what erases it, past the bakery,
when you tire. We ride the blades again
beside the crooked bay. You smile.
I hold you like a hole holds light.
We wear our hats and ride the knives.
They cannot fix you. They try and try.
Tunnel! Into the dark open we go.
Days you are sick, we get dressed slow.
Bear in Heaven, “Autumn”
Tobacco, “Good Complexion”
Jose James, “Every Little Thing”
Glass Animals, “Love Lockdown”
Tommy Guerrero, “The Stranger”
Jessica Lea Mayfield, “I Wanna Love You”
The Afghan Whigs, “Matamoros“
PAPA, “I’m Not Sorry”