by Julian X  /  poetry  /  18 Aug 2007
I close my eyes and imagine that I’m not lonely.
After we talked, I lay in bed and cried.
Upon Searching for a Graduate School
I’m homesick and I don’t know where my new home is
I Love You
It always feels like a lie even when it isn’t.
About the Author
I love women in kimonos.
“One always regrets giving ‘quotations.’ (Julian Darius)”
Upon “Upon Searching for a Graduate School”
This is not something I would write today.
Upon “Upon ‘Upon Searching for a Graduate School’”
Nor this, ad infinitum.
Upon the Magnanimous Tipping of a Waitress Named So-and-So
Thanks for pretending this really was a near miss.
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