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There is some logic to what I say, sometimes.
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| The melancholy nightmare, with poor lighting. |
1/25/07 |
My friends and I are gathered in a large room, a room more suited to a mansion than a college apartment.
You’re going away? Where to?
Carolina. You’re the one who...
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| On Selling Shoes to Old People |
1/14/07 |
It is your fault, Orhan, that I'm looking at myself like this.
There are times when instead of focusing on the task at hand, my gaze falls like a weakly-shot arrow,...
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| You are my secret faun, and I love you. |
12/4/06 |
I told you that I wanted
to declare my love, right there
in that midtown Applebees
You posed like a model, palms
to cheeks, elbows on the table
The others at the table coughed quietly
The...
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| In Love with Black-And-White Photos on Wikipedia |
11/17/06 |
Don't make me fall in love with you
Franz Kafka
Tristan Tzara
& others, whom I have barely begun to read
Because your names sound like perfect shapes in my mouth
When I...
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| On the way to 6th Street |
10/17/06 |
As I walked across campus this evening, two fraternity boys "ran me off the sidewalk." Walking right behind them was an old man, perhaps a professor. He stopped me. I...
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| A First Draft's Poem. |
9/19/06 |
I would cry
“Butcher” in the streets
except you might turn
and look at me, your
pepper-sausage eyes orbed
over my recently grown pale
complexion. The sirens
lie sleeping in their beds
You finger what...
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