Tuesday, September 30, 2008

poem: rush hour

Blowing laughter down his nose discreetly,
the Chinese kid sitting next to me
looks at something funny on his laptop screen.
I have put down a book of poetry
to watch a long-limbed Polish girl
do nothing several seats ahead.
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All This Trouble... said...

I have a polish friend. She's pretty and much smarter than any of the jokes suggest.

Thanks for the compliments on my Groovebox. I've always caught quite a bit of flack for my dichotomous musical selections.

8:40 PM

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