under your chair
i'm aware of the things that
you keep below your seat
pink rubber balls
of house paint I peeled off
the side of your arm
but that was when, who knew?
you didn't know me and I didn't know you
but I know you now
I've got one too
a broken chair that splits
in pieces; one I've strewn across the room
one leg still left holds the whole
100 pounds of me, the weight that I create
but that was when, who knew?
you didn't know me and I didn't know you
but I know you now
and alcohol, seems to me
the only reason I could talk to her at all,
my one good friend, if i could only lay there
on the tennis court again
and I know you knew exactly what
the things you do would do, it's so apparent
that the leg is almost through, so give me
one of yours and you'll have three and
i'll have two
Experimental pop artist and WFMU radio personality Abbie from Mars re-introduces herself on this playful, idiosyncratic album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 14, 2022