The Dilettante

september soundtrack

“Now it is September and the web is woven. The web is woven and you have to wear it.”

Her veins are rivers and streetcars, with their lurching lungs, wood platted seats covered in the slippery sweat of thighs.

I am mine and mine alone, despite the sins that have settled into my bones

Chicago natives Whitney and opener Hand Habits played the historic venue Tipitina’s in New Orleans.

you’re fading, fraying at the edges

“I won’t stop talking. I am a girl you have no control over. There is not a gag big enough to handle this mouth.”

the painful, hopeful, hopeless, bleeding