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Monday, January 28, 2013

full-time poverty

Today I was washing dishes and broke a glass plate in the sink--I dropped it.  We were supposed to go to Oakland today to see an Icarus friend, but they felt sick and canceled.  I made a new zine today--I mean, I made it from start to finish.  It's six poems, a mini-chapbook.  I wrote the poems, did the layout, and went to the copy place to make copies.  Ming and I have even bound most of them this evening.  It's called full-time poverty.


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