Jennifer’s dialogue
has the line wrapped around the building
looking like a tulip
my grandmother’s garden
employees of somewhere demanding something
and bees up and over and around stems of flowers
in that moment and moments after appear as before
shots of espresso
and my sisters only right to reality
blooming from the soil
her name is Sophie
and that makes all of this seem silly
naked pictures I never asked for
while eating lunch near the road between roads I used to see her
yawn in the middle of the road
there by the driveway
in which she was born, bred, died, and again born
there’s a little fence around little plants
my grandmother doesn't know who I am
but she drives me to work in the morning
and my sister is talking, but I'm done listening
I think Jennifer is talking, but I’m done listening
I’m done listening
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023
These two tracks by the Chicago folk singer were produced by Jackson and her frequent collaborators KAINA, Sen Morimoto, and Nnamdi. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 27, 2023