Philadelphia Duo

For Rachel Beetz

[music]
        [singing]
Round sunglasses.
       Come on. Oh my god. Wow.
                              Mow/ers.
                                        Good.

                     [tangerine peeling]
                 Heat. Thank you.
   Wow. Wawa. Heat. Heat.
[music]
        [crying]
       Thank you,
                master.
                         Oh,
                            the power
                                     you found
             [screaming and groaning] in me.
Heat. Heat.
                      [groaning]
                           [music] Slow
                                       star.
                        Check out  the      merch
                                                     table,
      late night chicken joint
                             [cheesecaking]

So,
[music]

        must
              tell me.
Key. ‘Kay.
Stop for gas.
            No key
                   to the restroom.
[music]

         I’ve got some thoughts
                               about that article.
                              Heat. Heat.
                     [music]
               One
                    more.
             [mowing]
I’m talking.
                  Right.