Tag: Longing

Peach

Ode to Snapple Peach Iced Tea After I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge I yearned for my thirst to be clenched Like an oasis, a quick-ie mart appeared Transporting me back to my youth Slid back the refrigerator door that separated us like a boarder Brought you to the twelve

The Grass

I was sitting on the Skytrain yesterday behind a Chinese woman with a perm. As I looked at her black hair curling against its nature I thought about how so many people want what they don’t have. Many of us are perpetually stuck in a ‘grass is always greener on

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