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postcard poetry: here are some of my favorite postcards that i've sent to people so far 1


providence can be a brutal
city, just like any other. in this
glass box I watched the ocean fall
in sheets outside computer clusters,
braid inside the gutters. umbrellas
made no difference.

this is the version i actually ended up using:
Providence can be and has
been just as brutal as any
other city in the country, but
i was safe and desperately
warm within the glass cage,
watching the Atlantic fall
in sheets, watching the acid
rain braid itself into the gut-
ters, wringing words like fair-
trade coffee from my strained
eyeballs to stain the imaginary
page on my computer screen.
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Coal said…
This is definitely a good postcard!
July 29, 2007 at 5:07 PM
naga said…
this is a postcard of the CIT - the building i spent most of my waking hours while writing my thesis on the poetry of the japanese diaspora in latin america.
the korean students were in the motorola lecture room, the black and brown students were upstairs in the PC room, and the computer geeks of all races were in the "sun lab" on the first floor. most of the white students would leave at around 1am or 2am during exams... the rest of us were there until the local diner started serving slushy coffee and breakfast...
July 31, 2007 at 12:53 AM
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