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Tabula Rasa
Arman and I were recently invited to dinner at the home of an illustrious New York art family. We commented, in preparation, on how we each felt like a bit of a fraud: Our parents were not multimillionaires, or particularly versed in high art. Just friendly, I suppose, and well-connected to interesting people by way…
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a ghazal
I’ve peeled away, I’ve made my choice—I’ve grown To like this odd feeling, I am totally alone Friends’ voices snake under my door frame late at night And soak the air in my room, alone This catatonic body turns around the muffled laughter To see it anew: distant, disembodied, alone
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we dig our heels in
TOTORO There was a time I let it all spill out. Those flustered wantings I wrestled had rarely beaten me before. Soon, some odd creature appeared and ate me whole. In one bite, I slid down its throat and landed in that greedy, billowing stomach. It stomped around with lead pillows for feet and iron…
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what he deserves
I have never been good at sharingThere is always, always scarcityAnyone who tries to pry away what’s mineWill meet the desperate child in meI am ashamed of how my fingers wrap around his wrist rememberedAshamed at the growing palenessSpreading bloodlessness across my fistHas her subtle tugging pried him away?How do I become soft?I beg her…
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yes, there is
myopic heartachean old man told me to loveis to risk. i did desperate to pleasedwindling faith in old friendslooking somewhere new learning to let beturn sideways, waves crash easyyou stand on the beach the scent of jasmineflowers bloom by a bike trailyes, there is hope here
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ego death
Being back in Falls Church is a bit like ego death. I was walking down Maple Avenue earlier, racking my mind for what seventh grade classmate of mine used to live on that road and why its name was sticking in my mind. The town is beautiful: not too prim for suburbia, close enough to…
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our figs
i will smell like figs forever thanks to youand the love you gave me in a vial of perfumeone day i’ll want this longing to be donei will shatter iti will throw it to the ground in a fit of delirious yearningand the scent will rebel for youthe scent will spill everywhere and seep into…
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31, or Done
I didn’t write this on August 31st. I wrote this on September 1st. I am feeling real disappointment that I didn’t actually finish my August project in August. I also can’t imagine it having gone another way. To give you a sense of how August 31st went, I slept until 11:30 on September 1st and…
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30, or Uncomfortable
I do not feel good today I made myself dinner and it tasted sour My head hurt My boyfriend was mad at me And I was mad at him, and everyone Everyone pissed me off! I fell asleep for four hours today I kept waking up thinking I had missed something Not sure what Class,…
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29, or Bust
Eight and a half hours of Wilcaf stuff. No time to write.
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