sometimes things like the
Persian word for plate
get stuck in my head -
everyday things and yet
extraordinary
(bosh qu'ab, and click the Q),
build the
backbeat to the
thoughts that don't seem to
have coalesced all semester,
no spinal cords
for coherent essays and
exercises in
ideas. Idea:
open up - Idea:
breathe up - the air after
Sterling on Cross
Campus is crisp and
clean like only
air, or water, or the
Beatles. Full moon
soon. At the gate,
a bowl of cereal sits
abandoned, an
offering to the
Gods of
whimsy?
CVP
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