Wednesday, February 8, 2023

Adrian Matjeka


 Love Notes

Do you love vague commitments? 
Do you love bad news in crooning shapes? 
Whole or half, tattoos mooning on

conjoined ribcages? Check this box &, 
like a breath, you’ll feel mostly bygone.

Like one of those early recordings, you’ll 
be scratchy & demystified. Untranscribably 
confessional, until the last quarter note 

is a processional. You’ll be absolutely fine, 
flipped to the B side of this note’s high-lined 

referendum. Magnificent & stark inside 
the addendum, like a big breath exhaled 
through the smart part of a question mark.

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