Trailer Trash Tracys - "Dies in 55"

The Necklace of Secrets. Evelyn Jasper clasps her necklace in the mirror, rough-hewn iridescent gems. There is a bruise on her elbow, and the corners of her mouth unchange, as she notices it matches the polka dots on her dress. She looks at her chest and nearly says aloud, is this a bra or just a nipple muzzle? Her phone tings a text: "Gonna be late". Twinkle. She turns to the mirror. Nothing. Upend the wine glass, stains on the ceiling through the drip. She has lost the landlord's number. Eveline, is it? Shoes. Enough shoes to impress the same ten people, once, over and over again. Coat, clutch, keys, cab. During the ride, reading the driver's printed profile, 3 stars and he looks uncomfortable with a smile, like he doesn't want to look weak. Twinkle. Definitely. Evelyn definitely saw her necklace glowing, like retro future space rocks. Glowing and getting warm. At the party, cheese and bread and more wine, and a pile of mostly terrible shoes. He never showed up, and the necklace glowed twice more. Once in the bathroom and once during a conversation about the ethics of charity. No other texts. What did the necklace know that she didn't? For whom was it glowing, burning, like ears? [Buy Ester]

Delusionists - "Underachiever"

A last-call organ and a sleepy Guaraldi line, tumbly cymballing, and a night's-over beat. Ben Black writes the drink-of-water speech, the honest tv-on-mute confession made while having the last-ditch drink of water, the one cup of hangover hope you force on your fuck-up body before bed. The stale pita and what's-on-my-sock moment, the not-again not-tonight who-have-i-become talk. And it's 4 minutes long, but it could be 4 seconds, because it all comes down to that last-moment sigh. [More]

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