Come amp See MeJason Chen

Come amp See MeJason Chen

Come amp See MeJason Chen

Come amp See MeJason Chen

Come amp See MeJason Chen

Come amp See MeJason Chen

Come amp See MeJason Chen

Come amp See MeJason Chen

Come amp See MeJason Chen

Come amp See MeJason Chen

Come amp See MeJason Chen

I want to drop poetry chapbooks the way that Lil B drops mixtapes Itrsquos haphazardly thrown together and honestly kind of shitty but you canrsquot deny the sheer enthusiasm that shines through the cracks

I want to drop poetry chapbooks the way that Lil B drops mixtapes Itrsquos haphazardly thrown together and honestly kind of shitty but you canrsquot deny the sheer enthusiasm that shines through the cracks

Some crazy FW16 menswear shit Irsquoll never afford

And I know that I could be more creativeAnd come up with poetic linesBut Irsquom turnt up upstairs and ldquoI love yourdquoIs the only thing thatrsquos on my mind

mdashRihanna ldquoHigherrdquo

They canrsquot play their horns No tone no phrasing no technique And they canrsquot take direction Thatrsquos not any kind of music The damn monotony of it gots to me

mdashBenny Goodman ranting about bebop

Table of Contents

Epigraphs 4Fear and Crumbling 5This Ainrsquot Exactly What You Used to 6Haiku 7Shaken 8Somewhere Beyond Our Own 9The Trees 10Rain Down Zion 12Kanye West Has Collapsed 17She Sits On Stage 18Real Friends 19

Some crazy FW16 menswear shit Irsquoll never afford

Fear and Crumbling

Club song in the morningand coffee spilling atmy feet but Irsquom sure tokeep it armrsquos length frommy white t-shirt the onethat already has a holeat the waist

The floor gets slippery The janitoris hosing down the groundand the tables of glass sothat the ground and glass tablesare all gilded and the grass is light and wet with dew

Yet the air is heavy withthe smell of coffee I thinkthe janitor is hosing down theschool with coffee Everystudent has a cup and someslip and spill their cups acrossthe glass and stain the ground

One girlrsquos glasses shoot up thendown Itrsquos falling it seems to flapbut it has no wings I try tocatch it It slips I step on herglasses and the lenses are nowcollapsing into crumbs like my morningmuffin Her eyes are thin as chalkOn the floor dramatic her skin is wet [ ]I was listening to ldquoImpatientrdquo

by Jeremih when I was inspired to write ldquoFear and Crumblingrdquo

This Ainrsquot Exactly What You Used to

The light is still redNeedle-thin smoke dwindlestoward the skyfrom the exhaust pipeof their Porsche

She says to her boyfriendldquoThe heat hurts my headrdquoas she stares at the seagullshovering above the guilty sand mdash their white wings reflected acrossher own sunglasses likestars speckled against the ceiling of a planetarium Or maybelike the grains of rice that she spilled onto the kitchenfloor when she was fourteen

She watched her mother sweepthe floor clean Her boyfriendcloses the sunroof

[ ]I was listening to ldquoImpatientrdquo by Jeremih when I was inspired to write ldquoFear and Crumblingrdquo

Haiku

TremendouslyT

Tremendously the sisters tread

the broken glass of their shak-en

home as they look for the lost

Shaken

Tremendously the sisters treadthe broken glass of their shakenhome as they look for the lostlace of their grandmotherrsquostablecloth

Tremendously the sis-ters tread

the broken glass of their shakenTremendous-

ly the sisters Tre-men-

Tremen-dously

TremendouslyTR E me NDou s l y

Somewhere Beyond Our Own

Last night while wandering I founda forest somewhere beyondour own The streets were thinnerbut paved as if they were painted by melting shadows and dead moss

The trees were tall If you looked up at the moon you would only find a flock of passing birds covering the lightlike a cloud What was left of the moon fell onto the carpetof leaves like the glittering fragmentsof a broken disco ball You couldlook down at these broken piecesand find your own final reflectionbut only for the brief duration of a singlebreath But you would find yourselfbeautiful and glowing like the saintswho stain our glass at the old stonecathedral at the center of town

Yes if you stayed in the forest untilthe end of the night perhapsyou could find your own face againbut this forest is one that belongsto the wolves The leaves rustle like hi-hats to to the beat of their songwhich trembles like the polished screechof a violin

The Trees

The trees rising into the sky seemed toloom taller than their own shadows on thatday when the clouds were heavier and moreopaque than ten-cent plastic bags Thoughthin and scrawny like the bones of micethey seemed to bunch together as if by willto form a tight kind of bundle that you tossinto a bonfire late in the night so that the flamecan climb higher and our faces can burn can

glow a deeper red And your eyes seem to glistenbut your pupils are more round and more black

And you said ldquoIt seems like a park or maybe a forestrdquo as we stared at the south sideof our campus

I texted Donna a picture of this right after I wrote the poem I always share my poems with Donna I think it must annoy her but shersquos always super supportive For that I am grateful

Rain Down Zion

Each of my promisesseems to be foiledby the rain you see

I was walking tomeet herthe lamplight we alwaysagree to meet at becauseit reminds me of Chaplinin City Lights I told you whenI first kissed you under there and youchuckled because you didnrsquot knowwhat else to say

But I splashed my wayinto the rain when I firstleft our home

And I was alarmed by the rivers ofShattuck Avenue that were seeping intothe pours of every light every neon signso that all the world seemed to quiverlike an ocean wave completely submergedin the raging thunder of silent streetsempty concrete broken sidewalks

I use the bit of French that I canuse ldquoMon Dieurdquo as my umbrella bloomsabove my head my best chanceat making the passage through the rainSo I run the steps get fasterand splashes start to lather my bootswith mud but I keep going so thatThe wind starts to hassle my hairMirroring the bent direction that

the trees are blown so that their branchesseem to swish like a choir in someGreek tragedy

But the rain is so violent every dropis bitter because it bites into the edgesof my umbrella which is thin like paperthinner than those stubborn bags thatyou rub for hours with your index fingerand your thumb just to put your redbell pepper someplace safe at Safeway

My umbrella is tattered ruined by thecaustic appetite of the wet world aroundme so that flaps of its skin fall tothe floor like leaves in autumn butthese are pure black and the puddlesseem less pure more polluted likethe mascara of a girl who has justcried on the dance floor

My love I do not thinkthat I will ever make it in time No nottomorrow or today or in ten minutes likewe agreed on

You can find me on Shattuck across fromthe twinkling theater that we can see fromour bedroom window but you willonly find my reflection stamped

Into a puddle which is so thin that you canstep on the floor and the water will ripplein half And when the water curves and dancesaround your foot you will only seemy eyes my nose my mouth in a perpetual kiss

Ringing around the edges of their canvasLike a Picasso painting in motion

Then while you are waiting to cross the streetThat little man in the tiny black box will tell youldquoWaitrdquo But you will continue to hear ldquoDonnaI miss yourdquo

But it will still be raining and the crowdswill be quiet mdash maybe deaf mdash and yoursquoll wonderIf you ever even had a lover

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Come on in this houselsquocause itrsquos gonna rain

Kanye West

Kanye West

Kanye West

this is one of my favorite poems by Frank OrsquoHara Itrsquos from Lunch Poems It was originally about Lana Turner Please buy this book It is really really good

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

I want to drop poetry chapbooks the way that Lil B drops mixtapes Itrsquos haphazardly thrown together and honestly kind of shitty but you canrsquot deny the sheer enthusiasm that shines through the cracks

I want to drop poetry chapbooks the way that Lil B drops mixtapes Itrsquos haphazardly thrown together and honestly kind of shitty but you canrsquot deny the sheer enthusiasm that shines through the cracks

Some crazy FW16 menswear shit Irsquoll never afford

And I know that I could be more creativeAnd come up with poetic linesBut Irsquom turnt up upstairs and ldquoI love yourdquoIs the only thing thatrsquos on my mind

mdashRihanna ldquoHigherrdquo

They canrsquot play their horns No tone no phrasing no technique And they canrsquot take direction Thatrsquos not any kind of music The damn monotony of it gots to me

mdashBenny Goodman ranting about bebop

Table of Contents

Epigraphs 4Fear and Crumbling 5This Ainrsquot Exactly What You Used to 6Haiku 7Shaken 8Somewhere Beyond Our Own 9The Trees 10Rain Down Zion 12Kanye West Has Collapsed 17She Sits On Stage 18Real Friends 19

Some crazy FW16 menswear shit Irsquoll never afford

Fear and Crumbling

Club song in the morningand coffee spilling atmy feet but Irsquom sure tokeep it armrsquos length frommy white t-shirt the onethat already has a holeat the waist

The floor gets slippery The janitoris hosing down the groundand the tables of glass sothat the ground and glass tablesare all gilded and the grass is light and wet with dew

Yet the air is heavy withthe smell of coffee I thinkthe janitor is hosing down theschool with coffee Everystudent has a cup and someslip and spill their cups acrossthe glass and stain the ground

One girlrsquos glasses shoot up thendown Itrsquos falling it seems to flapbut it has no wings I try tocatch it It slips I step on herglasses and the lenses are nowcollapsing into crumbs like my morningmuffin Her eyes are thin as chalkOn the floor dramatic her skin is wet [ ]I was listening to ldquoImpatientrdquo

by Jeremih when I was inspired to write ldquoFear and Crumblingrdquo

This Ainrsquot Exactly What You Used to

The light is still redNeedle-thin smoke dwindlestoward the skyfrom the exhaust pipeof their Porsche

She says to her boyfriendldquoThe heat hurts my headrdquoas she stares at the seagullshovering above the guilty sand mdash their white wings reflected acrossher own sunglasses likestars speckled against the ceiling of a planetarium Or maybelike the grains of rice that she spilled onto the kitchenfloor when she was fourteen

She watched her mother sweepthe floor clean Her boyfriendcloses the sunroof

[ ]I was listening to ldquoImpatientrdquo by Jeremih when I was inspired to write ldquoFear and Crumblingrdquo

Haiku

TremendouslyT

Tremendously the sisters tread

the broken glass of their shak-en

home as they look for the lost

Shaken

Tremendously the sisters treadthe broken glass of their shakenhome as they look for the lostlace of their grandmotherrsquostablecloth

Tremendously the sis-ters tread

the broken glass of their shakenTremendous-

ly the sisters Tre-men-

Tremen-dously

TremendouslyTR E me NDou s l y

Somewhere Beyond Our Own

Last night while wandering I founda forest somewhere beyondour own The streets were thinnerbut paved as if they were painted by melting shadows and dead moss

The trees were tall If you looked up at the moon you would only find a flock of passing birds covering the lightlike a cloud What was left of the moon fell onto the carpetof leaves like the glittering fragmentsof a broken disco ball You couldlook down at these broken piecesand find your own final reflectionbut only for the brief duration of a singlebreath But you would find yourselfbeautiful and glowing like the saintswho stain our glass at the old stonecathedral at the center of town

Yes if you stayed in the forest untilthe end of the night perhapsyou could find your own face againbut this forest is one that belongsto the wolves The leaves rustle like hi-hats to to the beat of their songwhich trembles like the polished screechof a violin

The Trees

The trees rising into the sky seemed toloom taller than their own shadows on thatday when the clouds were heavier and moreopaque than ten-cent plastic bags Thoughthin and scrawny like the bones of micethey seemed to bunch together as if by willto form a tight kind of bundle that you tossinto a bonfire late in the night so that the flamecan climb higher and our faces can burn can

glow a deeper red And your eyes seem to glistenbut your pupils are more round and more black

And you said ldquoIt seems like a park or maybe a forestrdquo as we stared at the south sideof our campus

I texted Donna a picture of this right after I wrote the poem I always share my poems with Donna I think it must annoy her but shersquos always super supportive For that I am grateful

Rain Down Zion

Each of my promisesseems to be foiledby the rain you see

I was walking tomeet herthe lamplight we alwaysagree to meet at becauseit reminds me of Chaplinin City Lights I told you whenI first kissed you under there and youchuckled because you didnrsquot knowwhat else to say

But I splashed my wayinto the rain when I firstleft our home

And I was alarmed by the rivers ofShattuck Avenue that were seeping intothe pours of every light every neon signso that all the world seemed to quiverlike an ocean wave completely submergedin the raging thunder of silent streetsempty concrete broken sidewalks

I use the bit of French that I canuse ldquoMon Dieurdquo as my umbrella bloomsabove my head my best chanceat making the passage through the rainSo I run the steps get fasterand splashes start to lather my bootswith mud but I keep going so thatThe wind starts to hassle my hairMirroring the bent direction that

the trees are blown so that their branchesseem to swish like a choir in someGreek tragedy

But the rain is so violent every dropis bitter because it bites into the edgesof my umbrella which is thin like paperthinner than those stubborn bags thatyou rub for hours with your index fingerand your thumb just to put your redbell pepper someplace safe at Safeway

My umbrella is tattered ruined by thecaustic appetite of the wet world aroundme so that flaps of its skin fall tothe floor like leaves in autumn butthese are pure black and the puddlesseem less pure more polluted likethe mascara of a girl who has justcried on the dance floor

My love I do not thinkthat I will ever make it in time No nottomorrow or today or in ten minutes likewe agreed on

You can find me on Shattuck across fromthe twinkling theater that we can see fromour bedroom window but you willonly find my reflection stamped

Into a puddle which is so thin that you canstep on the floor and the water will ripplein half And when the water curves and dancesaround your foot you will only seemy eyes my nose my mouth in a perpetual kiss

Ringing around the edges of their canvasLike a Picasso painting in motion

Then while you are waiting to cross the streetThat little man in the tiny black box will tell youldquoWaitrdquo But you will continue to hear ldquoDonnaI miss yourdquo

But it will still be raining and the crowdswill be quiet mdash maybe deaf mdash and yoursquoll wonderIf you ever even had a lover

Rain

Dro

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Rain

Rain

Dro

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in

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Come on in this houselsquocause itrsquos gonna rain

Kanye West

Kanye West

Kanye West

this is one of my favorite poems by Frank OrsquoHara Itrsquos from Lunch Poems It was originally about Lana Turner Please buy this book It is really really good

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

I want to drop poetry chapbooks the way that Lil B drops mixtapes Itrsquos haphazardly thrown together and honestly kind of shitty but you canrsquot deny the sheer enthusiasm that shines through the cracks

Some crazy FW16 menswear shit Irsquoll never afford

And I know that I could be more creativeAnd come up with poetic linesBut Irsquom turnt up upstairs and ldquoI love yourdquoIs the only thing thatrsquos on my mind

mdashRihanna ldquoHigherrdquo

They canrsquot play their horns No tone no phrasing no technique And they canrsquot take direction Thatrsquos not any kind of music The damn monotony of it gots to me

mdashBenny Goodman ranting about bebop

Table of Contents

Epigraphs 4Fear and Crumbling 5This Ainrsquot Exactly What You Used to 6Haiku 7Shaken 8Somewhere Beyond Our Own 9The Trees 10Rain Down Zion 12Kanye West Has Collapsed 17She Sits On Stage 18Real Friends 19

Some crazy FW16 menswear shit Irsquoll never afford

Fear and Crumbling

Club song in the morningand coffee spilling atmy feet but Irsquom sure tokeep it armrsquos length frommy white t-shirt the onethat already has a holeat the waist

The floor gets slippery The janitoris hosing down the groundand the tables of glass sothat the ground and glass tablesare all gilded and the grass is light and wet with dew

Yet the air is heavy withthe smell of coffee I thinkthe janitor is hosing down theschool with coffee Everystudent has a cup and someslip and spill their cups acrossthe glass and stain the ground

One girlrsquos glasses shoot up thendown Itrsquos falling it seems to flapbut it has no wings I try tocatch it It slips I step on herglasses and the lenses are nowcollapsing into crumbs like my morningmuffin Her eyes are thin as chalkOn the floor dramatic her skin is wet [ ]I was listening to ldquoImpatientrdquo

by Jeremih when I was inspired to write ldquoFear and Crumblingrdquo

This Ainrsquot Exactly What You Used to

The light is still redNeedle-thin smoke dwindlestoward the skyfrom the exhaust pipeof their Porsche

She says to her boyfriendldquoThe heat hurts my headrdquoas she stares at the seagullshovering above the guilty sand mdash their white wings reflected acrossher own sunglasses likestars speckled against the ceiling of a planetarium Or maybelike the grains of rice that she spilled onto the kitchenfloor when she was fourteen

She watched her mother sweepthe floor clean Her boyfriendcloses the sunroof

[ ]I was listening to ldquoImpatientrdquo by Jeremih when I was inspired to write ldquoFear and Crumblingrdquo

Haiku

TremendouslyT

Tremendously the sisters tread

the broken glass of their shak-en

home as they look for the lost

Shaken

Tremendously the sisters treadthe broken glass of their shakenhome as they look for the lostlace of their grandmotherrsquostablecloth

Tremendously the sis-ters tread

the broken glass of their shakenTremendous-

ly the sisters Tre-men-

Tremen-dously

TremendouslyTR E me NDou s l y

Somewhere Beyond Our Own

Last night while wandering I founda forest somewhere beyondour own The streets were thinnerbut paved as if they were painted by melting shadows and dead moss

The trees were tall If you looked up at the moon you would only find a flock of passing birds covering the lightlike a cloud What was left of the moon fell onto the carpetof leaves like the glittering fragmentsof a broken disco ball You couldlook down at these broken piecesand find your own final reflectionbut only for the brief duration of a singlebreath But you would find yourselfbeautiful and glowing like the saintswho stain our glass at the old stonecathedral at the center of town

Yes if you stayed in the forest untilthe end of the night perhapsyou could find your own face againbut this forest is one that belongsto the wolves The leaves rustle like hi-hats to to the beat of their songwhich trembles like the polished screechof a violin

The Trees

The trees rising into the sky seemed toloom taller than their own shadows on thatday when the clouds were heavier and moreopaque than ten-cent plastic bags Thoughthin and scrawny like the bones of micethey seemed to bunch together as if by willto form a tight kind of bundle that you tossinto a bonfire late in the night so that the flamecan climb higher and our faces can burn can

glow a deeper red And your eyes seem to glistenbut your pupils are more round and more black

And you said ldquoIt seems like a park or maybe a forestrdquo as we stared at the south sideof our campus

I texted Donna a picture of this right after I wrote the poem I always share my poems with Donna I think it must annoy her but shersquos always super supportive For that I am grateful

Rain Down Zion

Each of my promisesseems to be foiledby the rain you see

I was walking tomeet herthe lamplight we alwaysagree to meet at becauseit reminds me of Chaplinin City Lights I told you whenI first kissed you under there and youchuckled because you didnrsquot knowwhat else to say

But I splashed my wayinto the rain when I firstleft our home

And I was alarmed by the rivers ofShattuck Avenue that were seeping intothe pours of every light every neon signso that all the world seemed to quiverlike an ocean wave completely submergedin the raging thunder of silent streetsempty concrete broken sidewalks

I use the bit of French that I canuse ldquoMon Dieurdquo as my umbrella bloomsabove my head my best chanceat making the passage through the rainSo I run the steps get fasterand splashes start to lather my bootswith mud but I keep going so thatThe wind starts to hassle my hairMirroring the bent direction that

the trees are blown so that their branchesseem to swish like a choir in someGreek tragedy

But the rain is so violent every dropis bitter because it bites into the edgesof my umbrella which is thin like paperthinner than those stubborn bags thatyou rub for hours with your index fingerand your thumb just to put your redbell pepper someplace safe at Safeway

My umbrella is tattered ruined by thecaustic appetite of the wet world aroundme so that flaps of its skin fall tothe floor like leaves in autumn butthese are pure black and the puddlesseem less pure more polluted likethe mascara of a girl who has justcried on the dance floor

My love I do not thinkthat I will ever make it in time No nottomorrow or today or in ten minutes likewe agreed on

You can find me on Shattuck across fromthe twinkling theater that we can see fromour bedroom window but you willonly find my reflection stamped

Into a puddle which is so thin that you canstep on the floor and the water will ripplein half And when the water curves and dancesaround your foot you will only seemy eyes my nose my mouth in a perpetual kiss

Ringing around the edges of their canvasLike a Picasso painting in motion

Then while you are waiting to cross the streetThat little man in the tiny black box will tell youldquoWaitrdquo But you will continue to hear ldquoDonnaI miss yourdquo

But it will still be raining and the crowdswill be quiet mdash maybe deaf mdash and yoursquoll wonderIf you ever even had a lover

Rain

Dro

ps

Rain

Rain

Dro

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Come on in this houselsquocause itrsquos gonna rain

Kanye West

Kanye West

Kanye West

this is one of my favorite poems by Frank OrsquoHara Itrsquos from Lunch Poems It was originally about Lana Turner Please buy this book It is really really good

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

Some crazy FW16 menswear shit Irsquoll never afford

And I know that I could be more creativeAnd come up with poetic linesBut Irsquom turnt up upstairs and ldquoI love yourdquoIs the only thing thatrsquos on my mind

mdashRihanna ldquoHigherrdquo

They canrsquot play their horns No tone no phrasing no technique And they canrsquot take direction Thatrsquos not any kind of music The damn monotony of it gots to me

mdashBenny Goodman ranting about bebop

Table of Contents

Epigraphs 4Fear and Crumbling 5This Ainrsquot Exactly What You Used to 6Haiku 7Shaken 8Somewhere Beyond Our Own 9The Trees 10Rain Down Zion 12Kanye West Has Collapsed 17She Sits On Stage 18Real Friends 19

Some crazy FW16 menswear shit Irsquoll never afford

Fear and Crumbling

Club song in the morningand coffee spilling atmy feet but Irsquom sure tokeep it armrsquos length frommy white t-shirt the onethat already has a holeat the waist

The floor gets slippery The janitoris hosing down the groundand the tables of glass sothat the ground and glass tablesare all gilded and the grass is light and wet with dew

Yet the air is heavy withthe smell of coffee I thinkthe janitor is hosing down theschool with coffee Everystudent has a cup and someslip and spill their cups acrossthe glass and stain the ground

One girlrsquos glasses shoot up thendown Itrsquos falling it seems to flapbut it has no wings I try tocatch it It slips I step on herglasses and the lenses are nowcollapsing into crumbs like my morningmuffin Her eyes are thin as chalkOn the floor dramatic her skin is wet [ ]I was listening to ldquoImpatientrdquo

by Jeremih when I was inspired to write ldquoFear and Crumblingrdquo

This Ainrsquot Exactly What You Used to

The light is still redNeedle-thin smoke dwindlestoward the skyfrom the exhaust pipeof their Porsche

She says to her boyfriendldquoThe heat hurts my headrdquoas she stares at the seagullshovering above the guilty sand mdash their white wings reflected acrossher own sunglasses likestars speckled against the ceiling of a planetarium Or maybelike the grains of rice that she spilled onto the kitchenfloor when she was fourteen

She watched her mother sweepthe floor clean Her boyfriendcloses the sunroof

[ ]I was listening to ldquoImpatientrdquo by Jeremih when I was inspired to write ldquoFear and Crumblingrdquo

Haiku

TremendouslyT

Tremendously the sisters tread

the broken glass of their shak-en

home as they look for the lost

Shaken

Tremendously the sisters treadthe broken glass of their shakenhome as they look for the lostlace of their grandmotherrsquostablecloth

Tremendously the sis-ters tread

the broken glass of their shakenTremendous-

ly the sisters Tre-men-

Tremen-dously

TremendouslyTR E me NDou s l y

Somewhere Beyond Our Own

Last night while wandering I founda forest somewhere beyondour own The streets were thinnerbut paved as if they were painted by melting shadows and dead moss

The trees were tall If you looked up at the moon you would only find a flock of passing birds covering the lightlike a cloud What was left of the moon fell onto the carpetof leaves like the glittering fragmentsof a broken disco ball You couldlook down at these broken piecesand find your own final reflectionbut only for the brief duration of a singlebreath But you would find yourselfbeautiful and glowing like the saintswho stain our glass at the old stonecathedral at the center of town

Yes if you stayed in the forest untilthe end of the night perhapsyou could find your own face againbut this forest is one that belongsto the wolves The leaves rustle like hi-hats to to the beat of their songwhich trembles like the polished screechof a violin

The Trees

The trees rising into the sky seemed toloom taller than their own shadows on thatday when the clouds were heavier and moreopaque than ten-cent plastic bags Thoughthin and scrawny like the bones of micethey seemed to bunch together as if by willto form a tight kind of bundle that you tossinto a bonfire late in the night so that the flamecan climb higher and our faces can burn can

glow a deeper red And your eyes seem to glistenbut your pupils are more round and more black

And you said ldquoIt seems like a park or maybe a forestrdquo as we stared at the south sideof our campus

I texted Donna a picture of this right after I wrote the poem I always share my poems with Donna I think it must annoy her but shersquos always super supportive For that I am grateful

Rain Down Zion

Each of my promisesseems to be foiledby the rain you see

I was walking tomeet herthe lamplight we alwaysagree to meet at becauseit reminds me of Chaplinin City Lights I told you whenI first kissed you under there and youchuckled because you didnrsquot knowwhat else to say

But I splashed my wayinto the rain when I firstleft our home

And I was alarmed by the rivers ofShattuck Avenue that were seeping intothe pours of every light every neon signso that all the world seemed to quiverlike an ocean wave completely submergedin the raging thunder of silent streetsempty concrete broken sidewalks

I use the bit of French that I canuse ldquoMon Dieurdquo as my umbrella bloomsabove my head my best chanceat making the passage through the rainSo I run the steps get fasterand splashes start to lather my bootswith mud but I keep going so thatThe wind starts to hassle my hairMirroring the bent direction that

the trees are blown so that their branchesseem to swish like a choir in someGreek tragedy

But the rain is so violent every dropis bitter because it bites into the edgesof my umbrella which is thin like paperthinner than those stubborn bags thatyou rub for hours with your index fingerand your thumb just to put your redbell pepper someplace safe at Safeway

My umbrella is tattered ruined by thecaustic appetite of the wet world aroundme so that flaps of its skin fall tothe floor like leaves in autumn butthese are pure black and the puddlesseem less pure more polluted likethe mascara of a girl who has justcried on the dance floor

My love I do not thinkthat I will ever make it in time No nottomorrow or today or in ten minutes likewe agreed on

You can find me on Shattuck across fromthe twinkling theater that we can see fromour bedroom window but you willonly find my reflection stamped

Into a puddle which is so thin that you canstep on the floor and the water will ripplein half And when the water curves and dancesaround your foot you will only seemy eyes my nose my mouth in a perpetual kiss

Ringing around the edges of their canvasLike a Picasso painting in motion

Then while you are waiting to cross the streetThat little man in the tiny black box will tell youldquoWaitrdquo But you will continue to hear ldquoDonnaI miss yourdquo

But it will still be raining and the crowdswill be quiet mdash maybe deaf mdash and yoursquoll wonderIf you ever even had a lover

Rain

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Come on in this houselsquocause itrsquos gonna rain

Kanye West

Kanye West

Kanye West

this is one of my favorite poems by Frank OrsquoHara Itrsquos from Lunch Poems It was originally about Lana Turner Please buy this book It is really really good

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

Table of Contents

Epigraphs 4Fear and Crumbling 5This Ainrsquot Exactly What You Used to 6Haiku 7Shaken 8Somewhere Beyond Our Own 9The Trees 10Rain Down Zion 12Kanye West Has Collapsed 17She Sits On Stage 18Real Friends 19

Some crazy FW16 menswear shit Irsquoll never afford

Fear and Crumbling

Club song in the morningand coffee spilling atmy feet but Irsquom sure tokeep it armrsquos length frommy white t-shirt the onethat already has a holeat the waist

The floor gets slippery The janitoris hosing down the groundand the tables of glass sothat the ground and glass tablesare all gilded and the grass is light and wet with dew

Yet the air is heavy withthe smell of coffee I thinkthe janitor is hosing down theschool with coffee Everystudent has a cup and someslip and spill their cups acrossthe glass and stain the ground

One girlrsquos glasses shoot up thendown Itrsquos falling it seems to flapbut it has no wings I try tocatch it It slips I step on herglasses and the lenses are nowcollapsing into crumbs like my morningmuffin Her eyes are thin as chalkOn the floor dramatic her skin is wet [ ]I was listening to ldquoImpatientrdquo

by Jeremih when I was inspired to write ldquoFear and Crumblingrdquo

This Ainrsquot Exactly What You Used to

The light is still redNeedle-thin smoke dwindlestoward the skyfrom the exhaust pipeof their Porsche

She says to her boyfriendldquoThe heat hurts my headrdquoas she stares at the seagullshovering above the guilty sand mdash their white wings reflected acrossher own sunglasses likestars speckled against the ceiling of a planetarium Or maybelike the grains of rice that she spilled onto the kitchenfloor when she was fourteen

She watched her mother sweepthe floor clean Her boyfriendcloses the sunroof

[ ]I was listening to ldquoImpatientrdquo by Jeremih when I was inspired to write ldquoFear and Crumblingrdquo

Haiku

TremendouslyT

Tremendously the sisters tread

the broken glass of their shak-en

home as they look for the lost

Shaken

Tremendously the sisters treadthe broken glass of their shakenhome as they look for the lostlace of their grandmotherrsquostablecloth

Tremendously the sis-ters tread

the broken glass of their shakenTremendous-

ly the sisters Tre-men-

Tremen-dously

TremendouslyTR E me NDou s l y

Somewhere Beyond Our Own

Last night while wandering I founda forest somewhere beyondour own The streets were thinnerbut paved as if they were painted by melting shadows and dead moss

The trees were tall If you looked up at the moon you would only find a flock of passing birds covering the lightlike a cloud What was left of the moon fell onto the carpetof leaves like the glittering fragmentsof a broken disco ball You couldlook down at these broken piecesand find your own final reflectionbut only for the brief duration of a singlebreath But you would find yourselfbeautiful and glowing like the saintswho stain our glass at the old stonecathedral at the center of town

Yes if you stayed in the forest untilthe end of the night perhapsyou could find your own face againbut this forest is one that belongsto the wolves The leaves rustle like hi-hats to to the beat of their songwhich trembles like the polished screechof a violin

The Trees

The trees rising into the sky seemed toloom taller than their own shadows on thatday when the clouds were heavier and moreopaque than ten-cent plastic bags Thoughthin and scrawny like the bones of micethey seemed to bunch together as if by willto form a tight kind of bundle that you tossinto a bonfire late in the night so that the flamecan climb higher and our faces can burn can

glow a deeper red And your eyes seem to glistenbut your pupils are more round and more black

And you said ldquoIt seems like a park or maybe a forestrdquo as we stared at the south sideof our campus

I texted Donna a picture of this right after I wrote the poem I always share my poems with Donna I think it must annoy her but shersquos always super supportive For that I am grateful

Rain Down Zion

Each of my promisesseems to be foiledby the rain you see

I was walking tomeet herthe lamplight we alwaysagree to meet at becauseit reminds me of Chaplinin City Lights I told you whenI first kissed you under there and youchuckled because you didnrsquot knowwhat else to say

But I splashed my wayinto the rain when I firstleft our home

And I was alarmed by the rivers ofShattuck Avenue that were seeping intothe pours of every light every neon signso that all the world seemed to quiverlike an ocean wave completely submergedin the raging thunder of silent streetsempty concrete broken sidewalks

I use the bit of French that I canuse ldquoMon Dieurdquo as my umbrella bloomsabove my head my best chanceat making the passage through the rainSo I run the steps get fasterand splashes start to lather my bootswith mud but I keep going so thatThe wind starts to hassle my hairMirroring the bent direction that

the trees are blown so that their branchesseem to swish like a choir in someGreek tragedy

But the rain is so violent every dropis bitter because it bites into the edgesof my umbrella which is thin like paperthinner than those stubborn bags thatyou rub for hours with your index fingerand your thumb just to put your redbell pepper someplace safe at Safeway

My umbrella is tattered ruined by thecaustic appetite of the wet world aroundme so that flaps of its skin fall tothe floor like leaves in autumn butthese are pure black and the puddlesseem less pure more polluted likethe mascara of a girl who has justcried on the dance floor

My love I do not thinkthat I will ever make it in time No nottomorrow or today or in ten minutes likewe agreed on

You can find me on Shattuck across fromthe twinkling theater that we can see fromour bedroom window but you willonly find my reflection stamped

Into a puddle which is so thin that you canstep on the floor and the water will ripplein half And when the water curves and dancesaround your foot you will only seemy eyes my nose my mouth in a perpetual kiss

Ringing around the edges of their canvasLike a Picasso painting in motion

Then while you are waiting to cross the streetThat little man in the tiny black box will tell youldquoWaitrdquo But you will continue to hear ldquoDonnaI miss yourdquo

But it will still be raining and the crowdswill be quiet mdash maybe deaf mdash and yoursquoll wonderIf you ever even had a lover

Rain

Dro

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Rain

Rain

Dro

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in

Dro

ps

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Drops

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ps

Come on in this houselsquocause itrsquos gonna rain

Kanye West

Kanye West

Kanye West

this is one of my favorite poems by Frank OrsquoHara Itrsquos from Lunch Poems It was originally about Lana Turner Please buy this book It is really really good

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

Fear and Crumbling

Club song in the morningand coffee spilling atmy feet but Irsquom sure tokeep it armrsquos length frommy white t-shirt the onethat already has a holeat the waist

The floor gets slippery The janitoris hosing down the groundand the tables of glass sothat the ground and glass tablesare all gilded and the grass is light and wet with dew

Yet the air is heavy withthe smell of coffee I thinkthe janitor is hosing down theschool with coffee Everystudent has a cup and someslip and spill their cups acrossthe glass and stain the ground

One girlrsquos glasses shoot up thendown Itrsquos falling it seems to flapbut it has no wings I try tocatch it It slips I step on herglasses and the lenses are nowcollapsing into crumbs like my morningmuffin Her eyes are thin as chalkOn the floor dramatic her skin is wet [ ]I was listening to ldquoImpatientrdquo

by Jeremih when I was inspired to write ldquoFear and Crumblingrdquo

This Ainrsquot Exactly What You Used to

The light is still redNeedle-thin smoke dwindlestoward the skyfrom the exhaust pipeof their Porsche

She says to her boyfriendldquoThe heat hurts my headrdquoas she stares at the seagullshovering above the guilty sand mdash their white wings reflected acrossher own sunglasses likestars speckled against the ceiling of a planetarium Or maybelike the grains of rice that she spilled onto the kitchenfloor when she was fourteen

She watched her mother sweepthe floor clean Her boyfriendcloses the sunroof

[ ]I was listening to ldquoImpatientrdquo by Jeremih when I was inspired to write ldquoFear and Crumblingrdquo

Haiku

TremendouslyT

Tremendously the sisters tread

the broken glass of their shak-en

home as they look for the lost

Shaken

Tremendously the sisters treadthe broken glass of their shakenhome as they look for the lostlace of their grandmotherrsquostablecloth

Tremendously the sis-ters tread

the broken glass of their shakenTremendous-

ly the sisters Tre-men-

Tremen-dously

TremendouslyTR E me NDou s l y

Somewhere Beyond Our Own

Last night while wandering I founda forest somewhere beyondour own The streets were thinnerbut paved as if they were painted by melting shadows and dead moss

The trees were tall If you looked up at the moon you would only find a flock of passing birds covering the lightlike a cloud What was left of the moon fell onto the carpetof leaves like the glittering fragmentsof a broken disco ball You couldlook down at these broken piecesand find your own final reflectionbut only for the brief duration of a singlebreath But you would find yourselfbeautiful and glowing like the saintswho stain our glass at the old stonecathedral at the center of town

Yes if you stayed in the forest untilthe end of the night perhapsyou could find your own face againbut this forest is one that belongsto the wolves The leaves rustle like hi-hats to to the beat of their songwhich trembles like the polished screechof a violin

The Trees

The trees rising into the sky seemed toloom taller than their own shadows on thatday when the clouds were heavier and moreopaque than ten-cent plastic bags Thoughthin and scrawny like the bones of micethey seemed to bunch together as if by willto form a tight kind of bundle that you tossinto a bonfire late in the night so that the flamecan climb higher and our faces can burn can

glow a deeper red And your eyes seem to glistenbut your pupils are more round and more black

And you said ldquoIt seems like a park or maybe a forestrdquo as we stared at the south sideof our campus

I texted Donna a picture of this right after I wrote the poem I always share my poems with Donna I think it must annoy her but shersquos always super supportive For that I am grateful

Rain Down Zion

Each of my promisesseems to be foiledby the rain you see

I was walking tomeet herthe lamplight we alwaysagree to meet at becauseit reminds me of Chaplinin City Lights I told you whenI first kissed you under there and youchuckled because you didnrsquot knowwhat else to say

But I splashed my wayinto the rain when I firstleft our home

And I was alarmed by the rivers ofShattuck Avenue that were seeping intothe pours of every light every neon signso that all the world seemed to quiverlike an ocean wave completely submergedin the raging thunder of silent streetsempty concrete broken sidewalks

I use the bit of French that I canuse ldquoMon Dieurdquo as my umbrella bloomsabove my head my best chanceat making the passage through the rainSo I run the steps get fasterand splashes start to lather my bootswith mud but I keep going so thatThe wind starts to hassle my hairMirroring the bent direction that

the trees are blown so that their branchesseem to swish like a choir in someGreek tragedy

But the rain is so violent every dropis bitter because it bites into the edgesof my umbrella which is thin like paperthinner than those stubborn bags thatyou rub for hours with your index fingerand your thumb just to put your redbell pepper someplace safe at Safeway

My umbrella is tattered ruined by thecaustic appetite of the wet world aroundme so that flaps of its skin fall tothe floor like leaves in autumn butthese are pure black and the puddlesseem less pure more polluted likethe mascara of a girl who has justcried on the dance floor

My love I do not thinkthat I will ever make it in time No nottomorrow or today or in ten minutes likewe agreed on

You can find me on Shattuck across fromthe twinkling theater that we can see fromour bedroom window but you willonly find my reflection stamped

Into a puddle which is so thin that you canstep on the floor and the water will ripplein half And when the water curves and dancesaround your foot you will only seemy eyes my nose my mouth in a perpetual kiss

Ringing around the edges of their canvasLike a Picasso painting in motion

Then while you are waiting to cross the streetThat little man in the tiny black box will tell youldquoWaitrdquo But you will continue to hear ldquoDonnaI miss yourdquo

But it will still be raining and the crowdswill be quiet mdash maybe deaf mdash and yoursquoll wonderIf you ever even had a lover

Rain

Dro

ps

Rain

Rain

Dro

psRa

in

Dro

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Drops

Rain

Rain

Dro

ps

Come on in this houselsquocause itrsquos gonna rain

Kanye West

Kanye West

Kanye West

this is one of my favorite poems by Frank OrsquoHara Itrsquos from Lunch Poems It was originally about Lana Turner Please buy this book It is really really good

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

This Ainrsquot Exactly What You Used to

The light is still redNeedle-thin smoke dwindlestoward the skyfrom the exhaust pipeof their Porsche

She says to her boyfriendldquoThe heat hurts my headrdquoas she stares at the seagullshovering above the guilty sand mdash their white wings reflected acrossher own sunglasses likestars speckled against the ceiling of a planetarium Or maybelike the grains of rice that she spilled onto the kitchenfloor when she was fourteen

She watched her mother sweepthe floor clean Her boyfriendcloses the sunroof

[ ]I was listening to ldquoImpatientrdquo by Jeremih when I was inspired to write ldquoFear and Crumblingrdquo

Haiku

TremendouslyT

Tremendously the sisters tread

the broken glass of their shak-en

home as they look for the lost

Shaken

Tremendously the sisters treadthe broken glass of their shakenhome as they look for the lostlace of their grandmotherrsquostablecloth

Tremendously the sis-ters tread

the broken glass of their shakenTremendous-

ly the sisters Tre-men-

Tremen-dously

TremendouslyTR E me NDou s l y

Somewhere Beyond Our Own

Last night while wandering I founda forest somewhere beyondour own The streets were thinnerbut paved as if they were painted by melting shadows and dead moss

The trees were tall If you looked up at the moon you would only find a flock of passing birds covering the lightlike a cloud What was left of the moon fell onto the carpetof leaves like the glittering fragmentsof a broken disco ball You couldlook down at these broken piecesand find your own final reflectionbut only for the brief duration of a singlebreath But you would find yourselfbeautiful and glowing like the saintswho stain our glass at the old stonecathedral at the center of town

Yes if you stayed in the forest untilthe end of the night perhapsyou could find your own face againbut this forest is one that belongsto the wolves The leaves rustle like hi-hats to to the beat of their songwhich trembles like the polished screechof a violin

The Trees

The trees rising into the sky seemed toloom taller than their own shadows on thatday when the clouds were heavier and moreopaque than ten-cent plastic bags Thoughthin and scrawny like the bones of micethey seemed to bunch together as if by willto form a tight kind of bundle that you tossinto a bonfire late in the night so that the flamecan climb higher and our faces can burn can

glow a deeper red And your eyes seem to glistenbut your pupils are more round and more black

And you said ldquoIt seems like a park or maybe a forestrdquo as we stared at the south sideof our campus

I texted Donna a picture of this right after I wrote the poem I always share my poems with Donna I think it must annoy her but shersquos always super supportive For that I am grateful

Rain Down Zion

Each of my promisesseems to be foiledby the rain you see

I was walking tomeet herthe lamplight we alwaysagree to meet at becauseit reminds me of Chaplinin City Lights I told you whenI first kissed you under there and youchuckled because you didnrsquot knowwhat else to say

But I splashed my wayinto the rain when I firstleft our home

And I was alarmed by the rivers ofShattuck Avenue that were seeping intothe pours of every light every neon signso that all the world seemed to quiverlike an ocean wave completely submergedin the raging thunder of silent streetsempty concrete broken sidewalks

I use the bit of French that I canuse ldquoMon Dieurdquo as my umbrella bloomsabove my head my best chanceat making the passage through the rainSo I run the steps get fasterand splashes start to lather my bootswith mud but I keep going so thatThe wind starts to hassle my hairMirroring the bent direction that

the trees are blown so that their branchesseem to swish like a choir in someGreek tragedy

But the rain is so violent every dropis bitter because it bites into the edgesof my umbrella which is thin like paperthinner than those stubborn bags thatyou rub for hours with your index fingerand your thumb just to put your redbell pepper someplace safe at Safeway

My umbrella is tattered ruined by thecaustic appetite of the wet world aroundme so that flaps of its skin fall tothe floor like leaves in autumn butthese are pure black and the puddlesseem less pure more polluted likethe mascara of a girl who has justcried on the dance floor

My love I do not thinkthat I will ever make it in time No nottomorrow or today or in ten minutes likewe agreed on

You can find me on Shattuck across fromthe twinkling theater that we can see fromour bedroom window but you willonly find my reflection stamped

Into a puddle which is so thin that you canstep on the floor and the water will ripplein half And when the water curves and dancesaround your foot you will only seemy eyes my nose my mouth in a perpetual kiss

Ringing around the edges of their canvasLike a Picasso painting in motion

Then while you are waiting to cross the streetThat little man in the tiny black box will tell youldquoWaitrdquo But you will continue to hear ldquoDonnaI miss yourdquo

But it will still be raining and the crowdswill be quiet mdash maybe deaf mdash and yoursquoll wonderIf you ever even had a lover

Rain

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Drops

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ps

Come on in this houselsquocause itrsquos gonna rain

Kanye West

Kanye West

Kanye West

this is one of my favorite poems by Frank OrsquoHara Itrsquos from Lunch Poems It was originally about Lana Turner Please buy this book It is really really good

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

Haiku

TremendouslyT

Tremendously the sisters tread

the broken glass of their shak-en

home as they look for the lost

Shaken

Tremendously the sisters treadthe broken glass of their shakenhome as they look for the lostlace of their grandmotherrsquostablecloth

Tremendously the sis-ters tread

the broken glass of their shakenTremendous-

ly the sisters Tre-men-

Tremen-dously

TremendouslyTR E me NDou s l y

Somewhere Beyond Our Own

Last night while wandering I founda forest somewhere beyondour own The streets were thinnerbut paved as if they were painted by melting shadows and dead moss

The trees were tall If you looked up at the moon you would only find a flock of passing birds covering the lightlike a cloud What was left of the moon fell onto the carpetof leaves like the glittering fragmentsof a broken disco ball You couldlook down at these broken piecesand find your own final reflectionbut only for the brief duration of a singlebreath But you would find yourselfbeautiful and glowing like the saintswho stain our glass at the old stonecathedral at the center of town

Yes if you stayed in the forest untilthe end of the night perhapsyou could find your own face againbut this forest is one that belongsto the wolves The leaves rustle like hi-hats to to the beat of their songwhich trembles like the polished screechof a violin

The Trees

The trees rising into the sky seemed toloom taller than their own shadows on thatday when the clouds were heavier and moreopaque than ten-cent plastic bags Thoughthin and scrawny like the bones of micethey seemed to bunch together as if by willto form a tight kind of bundle that you tossinto a bonfire late in the night so that the flamecan climb higher and our faces can burn can

glow a deeper red And your eyes seem to glistenbut your pupils are more round and more black

And you said ldquoIt seems like a park or maybe a forestrdquo as we stared at the south sideof our campus

I texted Donna a picture of this right after I wrote the poem I always share my poems with Donna I think it must annoy her but shersquos always super supportive For that I am grateful

Rain Down Zion

Each of my promisesseems to be foiledby the rain you see

I was walking tomeet herthe lamplight we alwaysagree to meet at becauseit reminds me of Chaplinin City Lights I told you whenI first kissed you under there and youchuckled because you didnrsquot knowwhat else to say

But I splashed my wayinto the rain when I firstleft our home

And I was alarmed by the rivers ofShattuck Avenue that were seeping intothe pours of every light every neon signso that all the world seemed to quiverlike an ocean wave completely submergedin the raging thunder of silent streetsempty concrete broken sidewalks

I use the bit of French that I canuse ldquoMon Dieurdquo as my umbrella bloomsabove my head my best chanceat making the passage through the rainSo I run the steps get fasterand splashes start to lather my bootswith mud but I keep going so thatThe wind starts to hassle my hairMirroring the bent direction that

the trees are blown so that their branchesseem to swish like a choir in someGreek tragedy

But the rain is so violent every dropis bitter because it bites into the edgesof my umbrella which is thin like paperthinner than those stubborn bags thatyou rub for hours with your index fingerand your thumb just to put your redbell pepper someplace safe at Safeway

My umbrella is tattered ruined by thecaustic appetite of the wet world aroundme so that flaps of its skin fall tothe floor like leaves in autumn butthese are pure black and the puddlesseem less pure more polluted likethe mascara of a girl who has justcried on the dance floor

My love I do not thinkthat I will ever make it in time No nottomorrow or today or in ten minutes likewe agreed on

You can find me on Shattuck across fromthe twinkling theater that we can see fromour bedroom window but you willonly find my reflection stamped

Into a puddle which is so thin that you canstep on the floor and the water will ripplein half And when the water curves and dancesaround your foot you will only seemy eyes my nose my mouth in a perpetual kiss

Ringing around the edges of their canvasLike a Picasso painting in motion

Then while you are waiting to cross the streetThat little man in the tiny black box will tell youldquoWaitrdquo But you will continue to hear ldquoDonnaI miss yourdquo

But it will still be raining and the crowdswill be quiet mdash maybe deaf mdash and yoursquoll wonderIf you ever even had a lover

Rain

Dro

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Drops

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ps

Come on in this houselsquocause itrsquos gonna rain

Kanye West

Kanye West

Kanye West

this is one of my favorite poems by Frank OrsquoHara Itrsquos from Lunch Poems It was originally about Lana Turner Please buy this book It is really really good

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

Tremendously the sisters tread

the broken glass of their shak-en

home as they look for the lost

Shaken

Tremendously the sisters treadthe broken glass of their shakenhome as they look for the lostlace of their grandmotherrsquostablecloth

Tremendously the sis-ters tread

the broken glass of their shakenTremendous-

ly the sisters Tre-men-

Tremen-dously

TremendouslyTR E me NDou s l y

Somewhere Beyond Our Own

Last night while wandering I founda forest somewhere beyondour own The streets were thinnerbut paved as if they were painted by melting shadows and dead moss

The trees were tall If you looked up at the moon you would only find a flock of passing birds covering the lightlike a cloud What was left of the moon fell onto the carpetof leaves like the glittering fragmentsof a broken disco ball You couldlook down at these broken piecesand find your own final reflectionbut only for the brief duration of a singlebreath But you would find yourselfbeautiful and glowing like the saintswho stain our glass at the old stonecathedral at the center of town

Yes if you stayed in the forest untilthe end of the night perhapsyou could find your own face againbut this forest is one that belongsto the wolves The leaves rustle like hi-hats to to the beat of their songwhich trembles like the polished screechof a violin

The Trees

The trees rising into the sky seemed toloom taller than their own shadows on thatday when the clouds were heavier and moreopaque than ten-cent plastic bags Thoughthin and scrawny like the bones of micethey seemed to bunch together as if by willto form a tight kind of bundle that you tossinto a bonfire late in the night so that the flamecan climb higher and our faces can burn can

glow a deeper red And your eyes seem to glistenbut your pupils are more round and more black

And you said ldquoIt seems like a park or maybe a forestrdquo as we stared at the south sideof our campus

I texted Donna a picture of this right after I wrote the poem I always share my poems with Donna I think it must annoy her but shersquos always super supportive For that I am grateful

Rain Down Zion

Each of my promisesseems to be foiledby the rain you see

I was walking tomeet herthe lamplight we alwaysagree to meet at becauseit reminds me of Chaplinin City Lights I told you whenI first kissed you under there and youchuckled because you didnrsquot knowwhat else to say

But I splashed my wayinto the rain when I firstleft our home

And I was alarmed by the rivers ofShattuck Avenue that were seeping intothe pours of every light every neon signso that all the world seemed to quiverlike an ocean wave completely submergedin the raging thunder of silent streetsempty concrete broken sidewalks

I use the bit of French that I canuse ldquoMon Dieurdquo as my umbrella bloomsabove my head my best chanceat making the passage through the rainSo I run the steps get fasterand splashes start to lather my bootswith mud but I keep going so thatThe wind starts to hassle my hairMirroring the bent direction that

the trees are blown so that their branchesseem to swish like a choir in someGreek tragedy

But the rain is so violent every dropis bitter because it bites into the edgesof my umbrella which is thin like paperthinner than those stubborn bags thatyou rub for hours with your index fingerand your thumb just to put your redbell pepper someplace safe at Safeway

My umbrella is tattered ruined by thecaustic appetite of the wet world aroundme so that flaps of its skin fall tothe floor like leaves in autumn butthese are pure black and the puddlesseem less pure more polluted likethe mascara of a girl who has justcried on the dance floor

My love I do not thinkthat I will ever make it in time No nottomorrow or today or in ten minutes likewe agreed on

You can find me on Shattuck across fromthe twinkling theater that we can see fromour bedroom window but you willonly find my reflection stamped

Into a puddle which is so thin that you canstep on the floor and the water will ripplein half And when the water curves and dancesaround your foot you will only seemy eyes my nose my mouth in a perpetual kiss

Ringing around the edges of their canvasLike a Picasso painting in motion

Then while you are waiting to cross the streetThat little man in the tiny black box will tell youldquoWaitrdquo But you will continue to hear ldquoDonnaI miss yourdquo

But it will still be raining and the crowdswill be quiet mdash maybe deaf mdash and yoursquoll wonderIf you ever even had a lover

Rain

Dro

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ps

Come on in this houselsquocause itrsquos gonna rain

Kanye West

Kanye West

Kanye West

this is one of my favorite poems by Frank OrsquoHara Itrsquos from Lunch Poems It was originally about Lana Turner Please buy this book It is really really good

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

Somewhere Beyond Our Own

Last night while wandering I founda forest somewhere beyondour own The streets were thinnerbut paved as if they were painted by melting shadows and dead moss

The trees were tall If you looked up at the moon you would only find a flock of passing birds covering the lightlike a cloud What was left of the moon fell onto the carpetof leaves like the glittering fragmentsof a broken disco ball You couldlook down at these broken piecesand find your own final reflectionbut only for the brief duration of a singlebreath But you would find yourselfbeautiful and glowing like the saintswho stain our glass at the old stonecathedral at the center of town

Yes if you stayed in the forest untilthe end of the night perhapsyou could find your own face againbut this forest is one that belongsto the wolves The leaves rustle like hi-hats to to the beat of their songwhich trembles like the polished screechof a violin

The Trees

The trees rising into the sky seemed toloom taller than their own shadows on thatday when the clouds were heavier and moreopaque than ten-cent plastic bags Thoughthin and scrawny like the bones of micethey seemed to bunch together as if by willto form a tight kind of bundle that you tossinto a bonfire late in the night so that the flamecan climb higher and our faces can burn can

glow a deeper red And your eyes seem to glistenbut your pupils are more round and more black

And you said ldquoIt seems like a park or maybe a forestrdquo as we stared at the south sideof our campus

I texted Donna a picture of this right after I wrote the poem I always share my poems with Donna I think it must annoy her but shersquos always super supportive For that I am grateful

Rain Down Zion

Each of my promisesseems to be foiledby the rain you see

I was walking tomeet herthe lamplight we alwaysagree to meet at becauseit reminds me of Chaplinin City Lights I told you whenI first kissed you under there and youchuckled because you didnrsquot knowwhat else to say

But I splashed my wayinto the rain when I firstleft our home

And I was alarmed by the rivers ofShattuck Avenue that were seeping intothe pours of every light every neon signso that all the world seemed to quiverlike an ocean wave completely submergedin the raging thunder of silent streetsempty concrete broken sidewalks

I use the bit of French that I canuse ldquoMon Dieurdquo as my umbrella bloomsabove my head my best chanceat making the passage through the rainSo I run the steps get fasterand splashes start to lather my bootswith mud but I keep going so thatThe wind starts to hassle my hairMirroring the bent direction that

the trees are blown so that their branchesseem to swish like a choir in someGreek tragedy

But the rain is so violent every dropis bitter because it bites into the edgesof my umbrella which is thin like paperthinner than those stubborn bags thatyou rub for hours with your index fingerand your thumb just to put your redbell pepper someplace safe at Safeway

My umbrella is tattered ruined by thecaustic appetite of the wet world aroundme so that flaps of its skin fall tothe floor like leaves in autumn butthese are pure black and the puddlesseem less pure more polluted likethe mascara of a girl who has justcried on the dance floor

My love I do not thinkthat I will ever make it in time No nottomorrow or today or in ten minutes likewe agreed on

You can find me on Shattuck across fromthe twinkling theater that we can see fromour bedroom window but you willonly find my reflection stamped

Into a puddle which is so thin that you canstep on the floor and the water will ripplein half And when the water curves and dancesaround your foot you will only seemy eyes my nose my mouth in a perpetual kiss

Ringing around the edges of their canvasLike a Picasso painting in motion

Then while you are waiting to cross the streetThat little man in the tiny black box will tell youldquoWaitrdquo But you will continue to hear ldquoDonnaI miss yourdquo

But it will still be raining and the crowdswill be quiet mdash maybe deaf mdash and yoursquoll wonderIf you ever even had a lover

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Kanye West

Kanye West

Kanye West

this is one of my favorite poems by Frank OrsquoHara Itrsquos from Lunch Poems It was originally about Lana Turner Please buy this book It is really really good

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

The Trees

The trees rising into the sky seemed toloom taller than their own shadows on thatday when the clouds were heavier and moreopaque than ten-cent plastic bags Thoughthin and scrawny like the bones of micethey seemed to bunch together as if by willto form a tight kind of bundle that you tossinto a bonfire late in the night so that the flamecan climb higher and our faces can burn can

glow a deeper red And your eyes seem to glistenbut your pupils are more round and more black

And you said ldquoIt seems like a park or maybe a forestrdquo as we stared at the south sideof our campus

I texted Donna a picture of this right after I wrote the poem I always share my poems with Donna I think it must annoy her but shersquos always super supportive For that I am grateful

Rain Down Zion

Each of my promisesseems to be foiledby the rain you see

I was walking tomeet herthe lamplight we alwaysagree to meet at becauseit reminds me of Chaplinin City Lights I told you whenI first kissed you under there and youchuckled because you didnrsquot knowwhat else to say

But I splashed my wayinto the rain when I firstleft our home

And I was alarmed by the rivers ofShattuck Avenue that were seeping intothe pours of every light every neon signso that all the world seemed to quiverlike an ocean wave completely submergedin the raging thunder of silent streetsempty concrete broken sidewalks

I use the bit of French that I canuse ldquoMon Dieurdquo as my umbrella bloomsabove my head my best chanceat making the passage through the rainSo I run the steps get fasterand splashes start to lather my bootswith mud but I keep going so thatThe wind starts to hassle my hairMirroring the bent direction that

the trees are blown so that their branchesseem to swish like a choir in someGreek tragedy

But the rain is so violent every dropis bitter because it bites into the edgesof my umbrella which is thin like paperthinner than those stubborn bags thatyou rub for hours with your index fingerand your thumb just to put your redbell pepper someplace safe at Safeway

My umbrella is tattered ruined by thecaustic appetite of the wet world aroundme so that flaps of its skin fall tothe floor like leaves in autumn butthese are pure black and the puddlesseem less pure more polluted likethe mascara of a girl who has justcried on the dance floor

My love I do not thinkthat I will ever make it in time No nottomorrow or today or in ten minutes likewe agreed on

You can find me on Shattuck across fromthe twinkling theater that we can see fromour bedroom window but you willonly find my reflection stamped

Into a puddle which is so thin that you canstep on the floor and the water will ripplein half And when the water curves and dancesaround your foot you will only seemy eyes my nose my mouth in a perpetual kiss

Ringing around the edges of their canvasLike a Picasso painting in motion

Then while you are waiting to cross the streetThat little man in the tiny black box will tell youldquoWaitrdquo But you will continue to hear ldquoDonnaI miss yourdquo

But it will still be raining and the crowdswill be quiet mdash maybe deaf mdash and yoursquoll wonderIf you ever even had a lover

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Come on in this houselsquocause itrsquos gonna rain

Kanye West

Kanye West

Kanye West

this is one of my favorite poems by Frank OrsquoHara Itrsquos from Lunch Poems It was originally about Lana Turner Please buy this book It is really really good

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

I texted Donna a picture of this right after I wrote the poem I always share my poems with Donna I think it must annoy her but shersquos always super supportive For that I am grateful

Rain Down Zion

Each of my promisesseems to be foiledby the rain you see

I was walking tomeet herthe lamplight we alwaysagree to meet at becauseit reminds me of Chaplinin City Lights I told you whenI first kissed you under there and youchuckled because you didnrsquot knowwhat else to say

But I splashed my wayinto the rain when I firstleft our home

And I was alarmed by the rivers ofShattuck Avenue that were seeping intothe pours of every light every neon signso that all the world seemed to quiverlike an ocean wave completely submergedin the raging thunder of silent streetsempty concrete broken sidewalks

I use the bit of French that I canuse ldquoMon Dieurdquo as my umbrella bloomsabove my head my best chanceat making the passage through the rainSo I run the steps get fasterand splashes start to lather my bootswith mud but I keep going so thatThe wind starts to hassle my hairMirroring the bent direction that

the trees are blown so that their branchesseem to swish like a choir in someGreek tragedy

But the rain is so violent every dropis bitter because it bites into the edgesof my umbrella which is thin like paperthinner than those stubborn bags thatyou rub for hours with your index fingerand your thumb just to put your redbell pepper someplace safe at Safeway

My umbrella is tattered ruined by thecaustic appetite of the wet world aroundme so that flaps of its skin fall tothe floor like leaves in autumn butthese are pure black and the puddlesseem less pure more polluted likethe mascara of a girl who has justcried on the dance floor

My love I do not thinkthat I will ever make it in time No nottomorrow or today or in ten minutes likewe agreed on

You can find me on Shattuck across fromthe twinkling theater that we can see fromour bedroom window but you willonly find my reflection stamped

Into a puddle which is so thin that you canstep on the floor and the water will ripplein half And when the water curves and dancesaround your foot you will only seemy eyes my nose my mouth in a perpetual kiss

Ringing around the edges of their canvasLike a Picasso painting in motion

Then while you are waiting to cross the streetThat little man in the tiny black box will tell youldquoWaitrdquo But you will continue to hear ldquoDonnaI miss yourdquo

But it will still be raining and the crowdswill be quiet mdash maybe deaf mdash and yoursquoll wonderIf you ever even had a lover

Rain

Dro

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Come on in this houselsquocause itrsquos gonna rain

Kanye West

Kanye West

Kanye West

this is one of my favorite poems by Frank OrsquoHara Itrsquos from Lunch Poems It was originally about Lana Turner Please buy this book It is really really good

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

Rain Down Zion

Each of my promisesseems to be foiledby the rain you see

I was walking tomeet herthe lamplight we alwaysagree to meet at becauseit reminds me of Chaplinin City Lights I told you whenI first kissed you under there and youchuckled because you didnrsquot knowwhat else to say

But I splashed my wayinto the rain when I firstleft our home

And I was alarmed by the rivers ofShattuck Avenue that were seeping intothe pours of every light every neon signso that all the world seemed to quiverlike an ocean wave completely submergedin the raging thunder of silent streetsempty concrete broken sidewalks

I use the bit of French that I canuse ldquoMon Dieurdquo as my umbrella bloomsabove my head my best chanceat making the passage through the rainSo I run the steps get fasterand splashes start to lather my bootswith mud but I keep going so thatThe wind starts to hassle my hairMirroring the bent direction that

the trees are blown so that their branchesseem to swish like a choir in someGreek tragedy

But the rain is so violent every dropis bitter because it bites into the edgesof my umbrella which is thin like paperthinner than those stubborn bags thatyou rub for hours with your index fingerand your thumb just to put your redbell pepper someplace safe at Safeway

My umbrella is tattered ruined by thecaustic appetite of the wet world aroundme so that flaps of its skin fall tothe floor like leaves in autumn butthese are pure black and the puddlesseem less pure more polluted likethe mascara of a girl who has justcried on the dance floor

My love I do not thinkthat I will ever make it in time No nottomorrow or today or in ten minutes likewe agreed on

You can find me on Shattuck across fromthe twinkling theater that we can see fromour bedroom window but you willonly find my reflection stamped

Into a puddle which is so thin that you canstep on the floor and the water will ripplein half And when the water curves and dancesaround your foot you will only seemy eyes my nose my mouth in a perpetual kiss

Ringing around the edges of their canvasLike a Picasso painting in motion

Then while you are waiting to cross the streetThat little man in the tiny black box will tell youldquoWaitrdquo But you will continue to hear ldquoDonnaI miss yourdquo

But it will still be raining and the crowdswill be quiet mdash maybe deaf mdash and yoursquoll wonderIf you ever even had a lover

Rain

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Come on in this houselsquocause itrsquos gonna rain

Kanye West

Kanye West

Kanye West

this is one of my favorite poems by Frank OrsquoHara Itrsquos from Lunch Poems It was originally about Lana Turner Please buy this book It is really really good

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

the trees are blown so that their branchesseem to swish like a choir in someGreek tragedy

But the rain is so violent every dropis bitter because it bites into the edgesof my umbrella which is thin like paperthinner than those stubborn bags thatyou rub for hours with your index fingerand your thumb just to put your redbell pepper someplace safe at Safeway

My umbrella is tattered ruined by thecaustic appetite of the wet world aroundme so that flaps of its skin fall tothe floor like leaves in autumn butthese are pure black and the puddlesseem less pure more polluted likethe mascara of a girl who has justcried on the dance floor

My love I do not thinkthat I will ever make it in time No nottomorrow or today or in ten minutes likewe agreed on

You can find me on Shattuck across fromthe twinkling theater that we can see fromour bedroom window but you willonly find my reflection stamped

Into a puddle which is so thin that you canstep on the floor and the water will ripplein half And when the water curves and dancesaround your foot you will only seemy eyes my nose my mouth in a perpetual kiss

Ringing around the edges of their canvasLike a Picasso painting in motion

Then while you are waiting to cross the streetThat little man in the tiny black box will tell youldquoWaitrdquo But you will continue to hear ldquoDonnaI miss yourdquo

But it will still be raining and the crowdswill be quiet mdash maybe deaf mdash and yoursquoll wonderIf you ever even had a lover

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Kanye West

Kanye West

Kanye West

this is one of my favorite poems by Frank OrsquoHara Itrsquos from Lunch Poems It was originally about Lana Turner Please buy this book It is really really good

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

Ringing around the edges of their canvasLike a Picasso painting in motion

Then while you are waiting to cross the streetThat little man in the tiny black box will tell youldquoWaitrdquo But you will continue to hear ldquoDonnaI miss yourdquo

But it will still be raining and the crowdswill be quiet mdash maybe deaf mdash and yoursquoll wonderIf you ever even had a lover

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Kanye West

Kanye West

Kanye West

this is one of my favorite poems by Frank OrsquoHara Itrsquos from Lunch Poems It was originally about Lana Turner Please buy this book It is really really good

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

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ps

Come on in this houselsquocause itrsquos gonna rain

Kanye West

Kanye West

Kanye West

this is one of my favorite poems by Frank OrsquoHara Itrsquos from Lunch Poems It was originally about Lana Turner Please buy this book It is really really good

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

Kanye West

Kanye West

Kanye West

this is one of my favorite poems by Frank OrsquoHara Itrsquos from Lunch Poems It was originally about Lana Turner Please buy this book It is really really good

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

shesits

on stage

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

She Sits on Stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfumeshe

sitson stage

She sits on stage under the big screenWhile the projector is playing that Bergman filmWhere the nurse falls in love with the muteand the shifting white light traces a glowingrim around her shoulders around her hair and I know it is her

But I canrsquot see her face mdash her backis turned against me mdash so I canonly catch a glimpse of her wiltingperfume It is sweet but flat givingmy lips a kiss that suffers from its ownwandering presence as a ghost whose hands canrsquot touch my cheeksAfter all it is a perfume

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

REAL FRIENDS

Check out the shit that my friends make

1 Rosiersquos and Charissersquos Zine Flash Thrive Many of my closest friends contributed to this zine2 Lindsay Choirsquos literature blog Lit with Lindsay Lindsay and I arenrsquot on good terms lately but Irsquoll say that theyrsquore one of the smartest people Irsquove met at Berkeley and they have great insights into literature 3 Matt Hongrsquos Soundcloud mr hong Very atmospheric beats Very Nujabes-esque Matt has so much passion for music I feel like he always schools me in the latest hip-hop4 Linh Lersquos writing You can find her writing in lots of places but she was recently published in Hello Giggles We donrsquot hang out in person that much but I feel like we have one of those internet friendships We communicate a lot via FB and Twitter Irsquom glad that a Haas-graduate is such an avid writer5 The Daily Californian6 Donnarsquos tumblr Poetry Disguised as Pop Music This tumblr started out as an ironic project but it really helped us see the poetry thatrsquos all around us which we never notice 7 Lursquos portfolio Itsluhan She is one of my best friends and one of the most creative people I know I think that she can tackle any unfamiliar task and make something beautiful8 Madeline Wellrsquos Music Madeline Wells She has tons of brief clips that show her talent She is a quiet person during casual conversations but her singing voice is soaring strong and expressive 9 Garren Langordrsquos Soundcloud GARREN I donrsquot know you too well but I know that you are Taranrsquos friend and you make dope shit 10 Lina Nguyenrsquos portfolio Linayen I donrsquot know you that well either but Irsquove enjoyed the two conversations Irsquove had with you You were very modest but I hope you know that you have a very good eye for photography even though you say that yoursquore an amateur

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