like a mother holding
her obese son
so am i
in my two hipped body
under a white sky severed
by murmuring turbines
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A Harvard sophomore writes a new original poem every day and posts it. The goal: reach the end of the sophomore academic year. ("Day" = period between when I wake up and when I go to sleep, capisce? The college definition.)
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