Lovers at Scale
Positioning the plates is a delicate act, a gesture of bravery. I don’t mean to knock things over, but quite often, I do. My fingers unfamiliar with the scale of things. In the basement you play tiny, tiny records. Who knew they were fashioned with actual grooves? And anyway, how did you find me here where there's no front door, where the rotary phone is unable to ring? But, never mind. Here we are, giants among the felt rugs and curtains made from scrap. All we have to do is live it up in this old doll's house. As gently as we can.
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