cities
raze
i
don't
know
what
the
musical equivalent
of
a
poet
laureate
is
,
but
there
are
people
who
have
filled
that
role
before
.
they
always
start
out
in
a
grade
school
gymnasium.
i
guess
that's
where
they
swear
you
in
.
there's
a
lot
of
strange
scrambled
history
i
don't
understand
.
the
last
woman
who
held
the
position
disappeared
into
the
trees
.
no
one
has
ever
produced
much
of
anything
. they've
all
been
overwhelmed
by
the
responsibility
of
speaking
for
a
city
that
doesn't
care
about
anything
they
have
to
say
.
i
talk
myself
into
the
job
without
meaning
to
.
not
that
i
want
it
.
not
that
it
pays
much
of
anything
.
i
tell
the
woman
who
decides
these
things
that
i
won't
wilt
like
the
others
have
.
i'm
not
sure
i
believe
it
.
there's
no
ceremony.
i
just
become
what
i
always
was
,
only
on
a
larger
scale
.
my
first
act
as
an
invisible
bard
is
to
smudge
my
camera's telescoping
eye
with
one
fingertip
and
improvise
a
doo-wop
song
in
honour
of
a
state
that
sits
on
a
peninsula marked
by
dune
-backed beaches. "delaware,"
i
sing
with
the
voice
inside
my
head
. "
you
have
the
prettiest
hair
."
it
echoes
from
dover
to
wilmington.
no
one
says
anything
back
.
those
aren't
my
cities,
though
with
their
chosen
deafness
they
might
as
well
be
kin.
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