Saturday, November 27, 2010

Grad School

sometimes I add numbers in my head and try to figure it all out
every waking second of my life apparently it's because of
how I was raised
scientists say future future future
my aunts say now now now
go crazy
I say what crazy my dad
thinks it's crazy I don't want to go to California
what the promise land is
somewhere North of there
or maybe the middle of
the ocean

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