Jan 13, 2010 19:23
...is actually that I ever make diss progress with poems hitting me when I sit down at the keyboard :)
Not locking this one, though it's drafty, because I think its real place is here.
The wonder of it
The wonder of it is that anyone isn't
lost, I, peripheral
that anyone
is never the well I never how do you
say your name again how pretty (strange) your English
is so good your skin so are you really from how do you say that in
Indian never the things you (people) eat wear sing
and why, the man on the tech helpline today it wasn't
English and you know Jesus would never why would you
deserve what would you know
you about
never faking never peering in I wonder
should I (can't know) ask
what it's like?
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otherness,
draft,
poem