xxi: more than yesterdays

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a reason

Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.

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i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn

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choice

my quietness has a number of naked selves,
so many pistols i have borrowed to protect myselves
from creatures who too readily recognize my weapons
and have murder in their heart!

- Frank O'Hara

it isn't that i don't like people,
i do.

i guess it's just,
there are many moments where company is obligation - forced upon me
when really
i'd much rather be able to choose
the company of 1 or 2
or maybe
just me and no you.

maybe then
there'll be no catch, no heartbreak
no consistent
disappointment and achey
emotions to fire through my
body.

Labels: academia, Frank O'Hara, personal

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