it's okay, spread the peanut butter thick.
you're back home. sleep 'til noon
and listen to the shape shifters
in the volvo on your way to borrow
foreign movies from the library.

did they teach you french in new york?
did you learn to shave your face close
with dial soap and a steak knife?
how to slickly wipe a sweaty palm
on your pants thigh
before shaking hands firm
with the shadiest show promoters?

i know it's hard for a single person
to fold queen size bed sheets.
you left your reds hat
in the back seat of mom's volvo.
i know it's hard for a single person
to fold queen size bed sheets.
you left your reds hat
in the back seat of the volvo.

she wanted to have it cast in bronze
to be put on display next to your baby shoes
and first buck on the t.v. in the den.

but i knew you'd be back
to eat a bowl of peanut butter bumpers,
to jerk off to the lingerie ads
in the j.c. penny catalogue.
i knew you'd be back.
i knew you'd come back,
to go back to school
or get a job at the downtown library,
the health food store,
painting apartments for ray ritchie,
or to work at the cigar kiosk
at kenwood mall.

it's cool.
just make sure
you get out of here by december.
go to california. go to hawaii.
cincinnati sucks in the winter,
you know that like the bump
on the back of your neck.
it sucks the leaves from the trees,
and by the time the snow is melting,
they always find four or five
bodies hanging by belts
from the train trestles,
or in empty parking lots
slit wrists, turning what's left
of the snow into cherry slushy.

i know,
all beautiful places
are prone to natural disaster.
but being swallowed
by the earth in manilla
beats a slow death
in the midwest.

last night i practiced holding my breath.
my record is two minutes thirteen seconds.
but that was in the swimming pool last summer.
it's easier in water.
just do the dead-man's-float.
let your limbs drift.
don't count in your head.
ignore your pumping blood.
focus on the quiet.

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    General Comment'i know it's hard for a single person to fold queen size bed sheets.'
    fridgebuzzon September 07, 2006   Link
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    General CommentYou're missing the very first line "You've gone skinny all alone in New York City", and listening to both the Why? and Reaching Quiet versions I'm pretty sure it's just "Did they teach you French in New York."
    Frontsideflip4on May 19, 2007   Link
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    General Commentseems like it may be about Josiah
    HandrewTandwhichon August 08, 2008   Link
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    General CommentWhere is this song from???
    Coowon September 21, 2008   Link
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    General CommentLove this song. It's on 'Almost live from anna's cabin'
    reverendrexon October 23, 2008   Link
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    General Commentit's also on "in the shadow of the living room" by reaching quiet
    shitscoldon December 05, 2008   Link
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    General Commenti can't decide which version of this song i like better.
    carlinbon December 05, 2008   Link
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    General CommentEvery word and image in this song is amazing. I wonder what exactly he means by the bodies hanging by belts from the train trestles, does that really happen in Ohio?
    annnnaon January 04, 2009   Link
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    General CommentThis is a Reaching Quiet song off of their album In the Shadow of the Living Room
    I think it's about Yoni's older brother, Josiah, but there's really no telling
    it could also be about Doseone (the part about "shadiest show promoters" makes me think that's right)

    anyway it's "Did they teach you french in New York?" in both versions (In the Shadow and Almost Live...)
    smacklinon January 23, 2009   Link
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    General CommentIt seems to me that this is autobiographical. He also mentions working at a health food store in Deceived from the Rubber Traits EP "I only wore it back when I worked at Wild Oats."

    pmwhitlockon March 10, 2009   Link

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