you and me go down for tea
and we wish we could write poems.
but we wish such things in our heads
and heavy hands,
we wish such things into soapsuds
blowing air into the sink
until the bubbles grow
bigger and
bigger
and
-
i am suddenly pumped to maybe be a comparative lit and society major.
and 1) learn french
and 2) figure out my thematic focus.
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the 'moment' of/in life - sounds little carpe diem there.
or maybe it's a new ideal. that'd be interesting to get into.
I fucked up my interview today. I failed to talk about culture as something I have a 'problem' with and I said I wasn't good enough for the job.
well, fuck me.
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