Kelly Schirmann and I are going to start a little project, one in which I write poems and she makes songs with those words. I’ll make a little book and she’ll make a little record. For practice, Kelly made a song out of a poem I’ve already written, which appears in Fjords vol. 1, called “Hands.” Kelly is the singer in Young Family, and writes poems that you can read, like here in Illuminati Girl Gang and here in Spork.
Four red hands float in the shittiness. The air is giving out. Horses jump over us, their hooves denting in our heads. When we look down, we do not have our hands. They’ve been replaced by something we’ve come to recognize as our parents.