Obviously, this is autobiographic...
PhD Student
As I pick out some thoughts
From the dramatic folds
Of pissed
Concrete,
My text collapses
Into pieces
Of minced
Meat.
Quick!
Gather!
The harvest!
With my pita-scraper!
I moisture it with tears,
And bite
The paper.
December 8, 2011
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