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day 8: fight & smile

I have fight and a nice smile and it confuses people. Mostly men. Women are more prone to understand. Especially strippers.

Walking through Chelsea
it smells like coffee;
Midtown smells
like asphalt and burnt tires.
There’s a man with a jack hammer
pounding
the depths of cement.
There’s another man
stopped
to see.

Maybe this is the year I learn to live with loss, and to fly.

Om Matri Muye Sale Du

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