2 Movements
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Noah Gassman
The slow collapse: Grace was the same as me and maybe that matters. We were both Catholic and floating. Grace was the same as me and neither wanted to lead. We were both Catholic and floating On improvised live-jazz swing dance Neither wanted to lead. I was the young man, supposed expert On improvised live-jazz swing dance But I still stepped carefully.
I was the young man, supposed expert In concert mosh pits and classical chaos But I still stepped carefully Not to press bodies in sports bras In concert mosh pits and classical chaos. Covered in each other it became impossible Not to press bodies in sports bras I became too aware of my skin. Covered in each other it became impossible To be less aware of my thoughts since I became too aware of my skin And I’m still trying To be less aware of my thoughts since The slow collapse. And I’m still trying maybe that matters.
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