To a friend, in answer to his existential crises This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

February 12, 2012
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You ask me, I imagine,
over a strong cup
of Turkish coffee
in that way that is both abrupt
for the sake of it
and shocking for the sake of it
and vague in that way that makes me
grit my teeth like there's a toothpick in the middle and I just can't,
no I can't


So you shock,
just to put shock to your name and
fold in a hundred thousand
potential answers and
you're not looking at my face but
looking for me to say
that I hate, too,
the sugar packet
in my hand and
I'm thinking that maybe you hate me
for not taking

my coffee

And meanwhile you've
smoked through your last
hand-rolled cigarette.
So when you ask me,
in that way you have through

thin eyes and

tight lips and

ears closed
against me through a fog of semi-organic carcinogens,
I know
and you know
and the whole goddamn world knows
how wonderful that
and unseen
and untold
corner of your mind is
that asks such kaleidoscopic questions.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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shiva_saurus_rex said...
Aug. 26, 2012 at 10:03 pm
This is beautiful!
Marina8 said...
Jun. 1, 2012 at 5:40 pm
Absolutely love this!
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