House Pool MJ Lenderman and Wednesday
I can’t breathe. My body tenses, and my chest is heavy. Karly Hartzman and MJ Lenderman’s voices submerge me in the isolation and loneliness of a pool that is built for show, not use. My eyes tear up, but I’m not sure why. The cadence of their familiar duo is one I ache for in the cold. I don’t want it to end, but I need it to. I can’t allow myself to love someone else’s explained sadness forever. I wish I hadn’t played this on my walk to the bar; nothing will be as beautiful after. It ends perfectly as I shuffle down the steps and the red door opens. My mind lingers as I laugh,
“I feel we know him; these are his words”
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