“Dead In December” by Double Dan


From a mix CD received in 2005 when I lived over the vitamin store. The year I was 21, I fell in love twice. The first turned into a friendship that still continues, the other a friendship later terminated to appease that person’s now-spouse.

Love into friendship holds up. Mat’s old house, graffiti parties, shelter for bike punks, a rowboat in the backyard. The year for knuckle tatts in Sharpie marker: TITE BOXX, HUGE TITS, YARD SALE.

A party with a rope swing, a girl with backseam tattoos whose screwdriver I confiscated to drink down to a danceable level (taught her not to spill on me).

Karaoke. Rock and Roll Prom afterparty with a video camera, a couple blocks from my place. Demolished after we moved out. A song co-rediscovered via emails and postcards.

-Krystal Languell



KL_doubledanpostcardKrystal Languell was born in South Bend, Indiana. Two chapbooks and a full-length collection of poetry are forthcoming: Last Song (dancing girl press, 2014), Be A Dead Girl (Argos Books, 2014) and Gray Market (Coconut, 2015). Fashion Blast Quarter was published as a poetry pamphlet by Flying Object in 2014. A core member of the Belladonna* Collaborative, she also edits the journal Bone Bouquet.

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