Wednesday, July 22, 2009

it was july 21st

one of those grade school paper folds.
and my fortune was
forgive yourself for something you did back then,
this is what victor told me.

and i was starting to find comfort in t.s.eliot,
for he said to me,
there will be time, there will be time,
and i thought that was nice.

oh, it was a horrible day
of wondrous output.
i was chopping in the kitchen,
and now my finger is bleeding.

and then i decided, once and for all,
to write a letter to all the teachers
who've taught me well. and first
on my list was stephanie arino.

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