November 2007

There are two exiles

One is metaphorical

One is literal


Racial profiling

Only applies to non-whites

Keep walking blondie

Feral cats draw near

The only trick is knowing

How to talk to them

Po Ha-Ha: Nightly Snuggle

We shared my flowers

Third-floor room facing Conti

Melancholy horn

My dad is racist

Even though his family

Came here on a ship

There is no such thing,

My friend. Don’t ask someone else –

Be your own guru

Cowboy movie plays

Reflection in the mirror

Coated with honey

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