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Index
Cover
Half Title Page
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Table of Contents
On Hunger
I
At My First Punk Show Ever, 1998
In Defense of “Moist”
When We Were 13, Jeff’s Father Left The Needle Down On A Journey Record Before Leaving The House One Morning And Never Coming Back
September, Just East of the Johnson Park Courts
All the Gang Bangers Forgot about the Drive-By
Ode to Drake, Ending with Blood in a Field
The Summer A Tribe Called Quest Broke Up
1995. After the Streetlights Drink Whatever Darkness Is Left
XVI
Dispatches from the Black Barbershop, Tony’s Chair. 1996.
I Don’t Remember the Whole Summer When “Do The Right Thing” Dropped
Windsor Terrace, 1990
Ain’t None of The Kids on My Block Gonna Debate about the Existence of God
Ode to Kanye West in Two Parts, Ending in a Chain of Mothers Rising from the River
All of the Black Boys Finally Stopped Packing Switchblades
On Jukeboxes
II
The Year My Brother Stopped Listening to Hip-Hop
Dudes, We Did Not Go Through the Hassle of Getting These Fake IDs for this Jukebox to Not Have Any Springsteen
College Avenue, Halloween, 2002
All the White Boys on the Eastside Loved Larry Bird
The Scouting Report for the Only Black Boy on the Soccer Team
Ode to Elliott Smith, Ending in the First Snowfall of 2003
In Defense of that Winter Where I Listened to the First Taking Back Sunday Album Every Day Until the Snow Peeled Itself Back from the Grass and I Found My College Sweatshirt Again
When I Say that Loving Me Is Kind of Like Being a Chicago Bulls Fan
Club 185, Bexley, 2003
Dispatches from the Black Barbershop, Tony’s Chair. 2003.
Sheridan Avenue, 2002
Saylor-Ackermann Hall, 2004
I Mean Maybe None of Us Are Actually from Anywhere
Ok, I’m Finally Ready to Say I’m Sorry for that One Summer
Ode to Pete Wentz, Ending in Tyler’s Funeral
On Melting
III
The Music or the Misery
The Author Explains good kid, m.A.A.d. city to His White Friend While Driving Through Southeast Ohio
Dispatches from the Black Barbershop, Tony’s Chair. 2011.
At the House Party Where We Found Out Whitney Houston Was Dead
The Ghost of the Author’s Mother Has a Conversation with His Fiancée about Highways
My Wife Says that if You Live 20 Years
XII
My Wife Says that Everyone Our Age Right Now Is Listening
The Ghost of the Author’s Mother Teaches His Wife How to Cook Fried Chicken
My Wife Says that There Are So Many Songs
Notes on Waiting for the Dog to Find the Perfect Place to Take a Shit While Morning Cuts Through the Sky, Fresh from Another Darkness
The Author Writes the First Draft of His Wedding Vows
On Sainthood
IV
I Do Not Call this “War”
My Wife Says that It’s a Good Thing Humans Don’t Hold Fear
Ode to Jay-Z, Ending in the Rattle of a Fiend’s Teeth
While Watching the Convenience Store Burn in Baltimore, Poets on the Internet Argue over Another Article Declaring “Poetry Is Dead”
USAvCuba
After the Cameras Leave, in Three Parts
Dispatches from the Black Barbershop, Tony’s Chair. 2015.
The Crown Ain’t Worth Much
The Story of The Last Punk Rock Show Before the City Tore Down Little Brother’s
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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