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2009-11-28
amplifier burn and a glass full of stars


I walk crooked across the gymnasium dance floor. The traffic lights empty me into cool blue buzz of evening. I shared Thai food with the Stanford grad student physicists and mathematicians and told them about poems young girls recite in the bell tower after midnight. Here comes snowfall and the decline of footprints left by a sister I never followed into static and white noise of memory.



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