Throw my voice to Sacramento (your Saturday afternoon jam, March 29 edition)

Rainy day. We ran boring errands and then got lunch and went record/book-shopping.

In the car we listened to the new Dean Wareham record on a loop. This song came on twice.

Then we came home and napped with cats as the rain continued to come down. It was all perfect:

Goodbye, Edith Piaf

You came down in late afternoon, bearing coffee and bags of sweets
That before your knock, I would have found unbearable

Edith Piaf played through the speakers like through a tin can

Predictable for a rainy day but because the first drop remained

We agreed: Perfection

In your face I saw the quietest of grief.
Soft and waiting.
But, also, joy.

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