poetry sociology

requiem for a mix tape

I miss mix tapes.  I miss engineering them from my vinyl collection and other tapes. I miss having them all over the passenger seat of my car. Tapes for driving, tapes for dancing, tapes for running at WT park, tapes for dates…tapes for break-ups you got to pitch when you stopped sulking and started seeing someone else. I miss rewinding unfurled tapes with the perfect size BIC pen. Damn it! I miss mixtapes!


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