Apéritifs: In the months leading up to the release of our book “A Single Throat Opens,” a collaborative lyric exploration of addiction, Meghan McClure and I will be compiling a playlist pairing songs with new writing to be enjoyed before the main course. Cheers, friends.
The way he sings the opening lines (Haven’t laughed this hard in a long time I better stop now before I start crying) convinces no one of laughter. Some of us prioritize despair. We hear the heart rending itself and call it music.
When you left I wrote you slant on every page. I sing off key and often: your name. I drank my thoughts quiet but my heart continued its frenzy. There is no quelling the core of who we are. We either bear the beat, or we burst.
Touch me; I’m full. I am an impossibly small grape whose body contains every glass of wine. Yours is the mouth that broke my skin and drank from me everything. Still, dry as I am, I have created the most magnificent life. I find joy like a dragonfly hovering nearby, always. I am profoundly, unexpectedly happy. When I think of you it’s only in the dark. It’s been so long; you’ve missed so much. I want to share every detail but I better stop now before I start—