This is from a prolonged elegy for Bill. He's dead. It was filmed in front of a deconstructed piano at my sister-in-law's house in Iowa. It's a 1/2 mile from where I was married, 1 mile from where I found out my dad died, and 5,806 miles from Amorgos. Julie cut my hair. We all mourn.

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BJ Soloy wrote Our Pornography and other disaster songs, winner of the Slope Editions Book Prize, and Selected Letters, out with New Michigan Press. More of his work can be found at google.com.