Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Poem

For Manik Sharma


When I was a kid
I had wondered
What made the kids
Now that I know
I don't feel any better

3 comments:

  1. A private reference, but so connective. Those intimate referrals of shared thought. And how mighty that you can put them into lasting words...ink pressing into the flesh of a forearm. A tattoo.

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  2. aditya, !

    i don't know what else to say.

    xo
    erin

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  3. this excites me. this could be said of any piece of knowledge, how the knowledge does not grant balm. often it is the mystery that does. (there, i found some words.)

    xo
    erin

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