POEM 041/100

November 16, 2012

After staring down the final period

at the end of a great novel and closing the cover

on that world of experiences—

 

Lately I wake up with that feeling


POEM 040/100

November 8, 2012

Whenever the train enters a tunnel

I can see silver fingerprints on the black window

 

Maybe I’ll get drunk tonight


POEM 039/100

November 7, 2012

Directly in front of me

is a vacant subway seat

 

I long to feel that way

 


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