

An expression of interestI sit there, gin in one hand Head in the other, And listen to the repetition Of the droning.An expression of interest
One speaker is just the same As another. Their words Are lost in the endless buzz Of the droning.
Give me passion, Give me melancholy, For fuck's sake Give me something to catch my interest. Show me why your poem caught yours.
If I wanted repetition, I'd masturbate furiously, over and over again. At least there'd be a climactic moment.
A poem isn't a soporific; it's a conversation.
It's not meant to be a torment. To


I don't know how to feel.You probably didn't know I'm adopted. It doesn't generally occur to me that people don't know things like this; I have a horrible tendency to assume that if something is obvious to me then it must be obvious to everyone else. When I casually say something about the difficulty of finding vegetarian options in a certain venue, it surprises me that people pause and perhaps give me a look and say 'wow, I didn't know you were a vegetarian'. When I receive an e-mail with a search form attached from the adoption records program, I forget that I have to say 'oh, right, I forgot to tell you I'm adopted', because otherwI don't know how to feel.
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. - Edgar Allan Poe
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