I heard: Rainer Maria. Blue and pink hydrangeas, those umbels. They sing, “You stay sweet for me.” Like long ago, those new poems, here come: new songs. What was good about them then is still good, still enjoyable. They try to hold themselves back and swallow their dark sobbing, but they cannot. They’re expressive. Guitar hoods itself in static and then emerges, briefly, in full clarity. “Let me call you mine/all the time.” Let us reconvene in tiny venues, arms together, to sing along.[BUY S/T]