try to praise the mutilated world

(you must praise the mutilated world.)

This song, for Valentine’s day (no video, just an album cover, sorry).

I’d like to post a whole poem, but I think I oughtn’t, for copyright reasons. But it’s from Elizabeth Bradfield’s Approaching Ice, and here’re three lines:

I walked as if the pavement’s grooves
were signs of where it would collapse.
I wanted it to.