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though I have no interest in being recondite for its own sake, I also have no gift for simplicity

I’d accepted that I could only communicate in my own way, which is to say by generating a sort of paratactical blizzard of obscure cultural references and inviting my reader to fall through it with me

Empty coffee cups, beer cans, underwear on the floor—I was creating a teenage midden, fouling my adult nest.

I look at it, canted dangerously with just a bit of hull still above water

the original song lives on in the parody like a palimpsest, the trace of text remaining on a page that has been erased