Whenever We Find a tune

[Collapsed We Swear]

Whenever We Find a Tune

I meet each morning in my bedroom with a shrug and I say, "Fuck you, morning". Then I jump out of bed and start quietly singing, "Fuck you, morning. Fuck you". I run out the front door into the street where all my neighbours are standing hand in hand, gently swaying and singing in beautiful harmony like a gospel choir, "Fuck you, morning. Fuck you". And a young woman in the line with a powerful voice begins to vocalise above the harmony—some of us pull out cigarette lighters and hold them lit above our heads. And as she reaches her crescendo the chorus fades, and we tentatively let go of each other’s hands and slowly return to our houses and homes to eat breakfast and get ready for work.