anatomy of a drunk record
everlasting rounds,
mountains that create
breathable noise.
we listen when we’re
drunk, when our
minds are no longer
ours to control.
repeated scratching
makes me dance,
divine unconsciousness,
we pull out another record
when all that’s left
of the last is
grain.
I groan when the
noise stops,
never stop,
never stop.
I sink into corduroy
cushion.
sit by me
so I know the
world isn’t truly
spinning.
Lili Gourley is a young writer, graduating Monroe Community College with an Associates in creative writing. She focuses on poetry and short fiction, often drawing inspiration and titles for her work from music and nature. She has been published in ANGLES and Gandy Dancer and intends to publish more of her poetry in the future.