Go On, Record

For the record
And all the ’70’s vinyl we thrifted for those Saturdays as downtowners

For the turntable we excitedly found
And the way we felt our world spin and spin with it over and over again

For the record
Go on record
To say

You neither had a beach in mind
Nor the white dress for me you described
No thought for a home for us, at all

None lyrical love notes did you ever produce

We were just spinning
As broken records do
Over and over
Until you were over us