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there's a silence that only exists alone
in the third floor bathroom of the SF Moma
and there's something in the eyes in the mirror you never noticed
and you're trying to figure out if that acid is working
cause the German impressionists brought tears to your eyes
when the details were higher resolution than real life
when the straw and acrylic melted all of your woes away
regarding how this is your last weekend living in the Bay
so you spent it alone taking drugs bought in Golden Gate
trying to glean meaning from 2010 Ezra Koenig
but the lyrics that start Diplomat's Son just so perfectly
describe where your life is three weeks before twenty-three
now everyone says that they'll drive up to visit me
so long as I get them all hammered at the housewarming
and by then it'll seem stupid to be sad to be leaving
cause all we did was get drunk and get brunch in the morning
now none of my friends are thinking about getting married
which makes more sense than making agreements
with your fifty-year-old self where you say 'okay you get twenty-three
and I'll work the desk job, I'll fill out the 1040'
and I'll try to make sure her life is better than it would be
and I'll try to make sure she doesn't regret that French party
and I'll lose all the bros in exchange for posterity
in exchange for not ever sadly regretting
how wistful you were at nineteen and twenty
when you got a tattoo and had dreams of world traveling
in exchange for photos of the Andes and India
that sees you and her smiling and meaning it at thirty-one
and not ceasing turning up, and trying to have some fun
although thirty years out fun seems like a construction
put together by google to sell simulacrums
Vonnegut bangs the earth from a coffin in Illium
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Rereading Hemingway
05:27
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we'd spent the whole night drinking
Hong Kong thinking is all deciphering
from where in Asia the girls are touring
their dresses boring
a cigarette burning in my hand
I'm rereading Hemingway again
I'm counting the hours until I land
I'm thinking of texts I'd send
if the plane went down in the Pacific Ocean
I've got an instruction manual on my gmail:
"if I die young here's what to do"
I'm thinking back to a past life
when I was a Hindu girl who wrote her's in a notebook
Portland alone with nonfiction in tow
mid January, covered in snow
heater's on but still cold
twenty-two but still old
and Trevor says his friend's in Spokane
fighting opioids
I drove thirteen hours alone back from Seattle
well it was not the trip that I thought that it would be
but I took some somber solace
racing through a darkening Oregon
alone with Serial for that long
will make you think of how it'd be
if you were framed for Hae Min's murder
back in 1999
climate change a lie, markets on the rise
Kanye still in school, I guess I was five
well I was smiling in a polo sweater
bundled up for inclement weather
now my coat sits in my closet unworn
cause I don't like to hold things when I'm hammered
best be off to East Bay
Wednesdays are boring
bedroom's a lonely place
plus it's better to get shit-faced
where your problems are sixty-seven miles away
they say 'go back to Berkeley
get your PhD
see her weekly'
well a ghost of myself from the '20s comes nightly
to say that this West Coast Scheherazade
was not meant for me
well I'll come back as aristocracy
and never want for high society
so don your saris on Diwali
and light your shochu in the flames of Hi-Matsuri
there are two devils on my shoulders
while they get younger I get older
but someday I'll figure out the reason
that it's never been appealing
to be twenty-six or seven
too crossfaded to be penning
manifestos on TextEdit
post-poetic, haven't read it
looking back at '16
wishing calendars had never been invented
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Bedroom indie rock project of one HR Huber-Rodriguez.
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