as I slip on a flannel shirt
my mind joins the 2 million
in Tahrir Square
technology makes me
part of the protest
by the time legs fit into jeans
I'm in Ely Park
twirling in the snow
I walk a block to a coffeehouse
where poets gather to read forever
my body isn't in Cairo
it isn't in Elyria
but I'm in both at once
knowing the world's no bigger
than a spitball
whizzing past me
in Mrs. Beck's class
4 feb 11:SF
1 comment:
Zach Ashley just read this at Snoetry. if you missd it all the readings are archivd on the Ustream site.
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