Crushing It

This Is Dedicated to the One I Love, We told ourselves we did it for the next room over in the natural history museum-the roped-off one they'd been hammering on forever- but really we did it for the money, for money's machinations that kept the crude rude and boiling. The money was born a baby with our face [Aw!]. We sang to it and as it grew into a whirligig of gas spouts, we sang louder, splitting into harmonies like airshow jets, doo-wopping with our waists cinched in rubber bands to hit...