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Old subway lines

January 2007
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Favorite terminals

Aliza, the hodgepodge
Brian, the happy obituarist
Carljoe, bayaw sa klase at kanto
Daryll, the free migrant
Den, the travelling feline
Egay's friendster kundiman
Egay's lj kundiman
Em, the punch-drunk daisy
Gabby, girl with ribbons undone
Gloria, going places in her jeans
Ian, sandwichspy eating the sun
Jeline, with her random shrapnel
Joel, the rambling soul
Kit, with an eternal itch
Kuya Zivan, high on acid42
Larry's highest hiding place
Maita, going beyond the sunrise
Margie, in a dirty shirt
Mika, the dog woman
Mikael, may abo sa dila
Mitzie, between moons and eggs
Nikko, with his pebbles and sex
Ning, in her little tugboat
Peachy, with patolas and doughnuts
Rabbi, posing on the proskenion
Tintin, detoxing on the couch
Twinkle, traveling light
Vlad, the dirty pop machine
Wanda, warcar at pansitan
Waps, on the old road
Yol, nababaog na nga ba?
Zia, wandering without subtitles

Wednesday, January 10, 2007
5:57 PM

you were vast unto others
by Jen Bervin

date the paper -- it's your early work --
date the spaces -- it's late --
write -- be late with you --

write to get lost in the day -- get the time from
friends -- make them a memorable meal --
and forget what you made --

write you waste nothing -- write -- nothing is
wasted on you -- write it on your hand --
write + you are not too old to write on your
hand -- write there is still space there -- and
you have been in it --

write the precise points -- that touch -- the
rivers of energy in the body -- enter them and
tell me -- if they are still wet -- tell me where
they've been -- tell me -- who touched you all
winter -- tell me -- who you'll remember in
spring --

tell me where you've been necessary --
the mercury in the snow -- the river in light --

(Read the rest of the poem here...)

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