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Fall 1976

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But I am a tiny speck on the south side of the moon. But I am not part of the diaspora. But I participate in the reconstruction of the genus species. But I am not in love. But I am terribly in love. But for one dark corner my house is full of lamps. But for the generation that favors tabloids where would I be. But for you how would I sleep.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hi. I love this poem.

Alina Gregorian said...

Thank you!

Greg Santos said...

This is lovely. Yay, Alina!

ryan manning said...

hi