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GUYS. so. I have no idea if this was a mirage, or if The Like are even in NY right now, but I think I saw Tennessee Thomas in the East Village today.

national poetry month day 1

SO. I don't update for about ten days and then suddenly I want to make ALL of the posts, ranging from "adfdajskfjdlfj cover letters are the worst" (I need to get! off! my! ass! and start applying for that internship I am 70% - though this is surely complacent - sure I can get, but the thing is to apply) and "lemme show you that one picture of me and my friends on holiday" to "here's what I did today" and also talking about law and Van Gogh, as emilytheodd requested, and so on and so forth, but I have actually been planning on ripping off yeats' thing of posting one poem a day for the whole of April for quite some time, I even made a list, so here goes:

Singapore You Are Not My Country
(For Noora)

Singapore you are not my country.
Singapore you are not a country at all.
You are surprising Singapore, statistics-starved Singapore, soulful Singapore of tourist
brochures in Japanese and hourglass kebayas.
You protest, but without picketing, without rioting, without Catherine Lim,
but through your loudspeaker media, through the hypnotic eyeballs of your newscasters, and that weather woman who I swear is working voodoo on my teevee screen.
Singapore, what are these lawsuits in my mailbox?
There are so many sheaves, I should have tipped the postman.
Singapore, I assert, you are not a country at all.
Do not raise your voice against me, I am not afraid of your anthem although the lyrics are still bleeding from the bark of my sapless heart.
( Not because I sang them... )

- Alfian Sa'at