menaquinone
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This could have been my town,
with light strings that could stand a tempo.
Now,
it's the end
of an ethnic dream.
I've grown intellectual,
go on accumulating furniture and books,
damning literature, writing “for myself,”
calculating the possibilities that someone
will love me, or sleep with me.
Eighteen-year-old girls come back from the Southern
leers and make me cry.
with light strings that could stand a tempo.
Now,
it's the end
of an ethnic dream.
I've grown intellectual,
go on accumulating furniture and books,
damning literature, writing “for myself,”
calculating the possibilities that someone
will love me, or sleep with me.
Eighteen-year-old girls come back from the Southern
leers and make me cry.