Wednesday, March 10th, 2010
While looking for something else in an old folder I foundĀ a poem I wrote in high school, and I would like to share it with you today.
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Dawn breaks over the hills
like a sword slicing through veal
A slice slips down, sliding down
veal cutlet
Is the sun.
We eat it.
The moon is a cheese biscuit.





March 10th, 2010 at 7:19 pm · Link
Cutting veal with a sword! Pretty intense.
March 10th, 2010 at 10:26 pm · Link
@Natalie J. Damschroder: I must’ve been emo back then.