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Black Receiver
Why Can't I? Liz Phair
Black Receiver
Sweet romance, a black receiver echoes
from the wall. Tender calling, in dreams
she could sing just to me. Sweet Liz,
your voice clear, never within reach,
at the speed of sound from slow towers
containing all your information, but not for me.
Those secrets whispered to your
black receiver, never overheard
by parents keen to the wild-eyed intent
of a horny teenager. A black receiver
hangs cold in memory in a wide room
eons ago. Why can't I stop dreaming
how quiet the wall from our fluid past?
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