Wo Chan — the smiley barista remembers my name
Poetry Unbound
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The Smiley Barista Remembers My Name
This poem was published originally on the poetry foundation and it had a slightly different title which was June 8. I said it I forgive you slipping like a key beneath a door where never was a house attached. Is it beauty on earth so blue each side stalled you are touched with standing the sun It's fat macula born down grips I wish I saw I fear I heard I dreamed like an emotion this is not a feeling this can be I think a conversation.
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