the needle
skips across tracks
on a warped LP
.....songs in my life
.....I cannot replay
—Ribbons, Autumn 2012
A friend gave me three or four wonderful LPs many years ago. For some reason, I left them in my car, which was parked at the top, i.e., open-air level, of a parking garage. Brilliant, I know. (Vinyl melts.)
LPs? I must be old. Today's my birthday.