Poems from DaXue
"I wish my arm was a sword."
I wish my fingers were not knives.
"I wish I was badass enough to be dangerous with only a piece of paper."
I...
I'm in my own little spaceship, ah, yes.
I switch on the lights as I dance into my alcove--
I've activated the interface.
The whirring...
Take that old test down to the basement
Time to prove it doesn't mean sh*t
Take a big red marker; paint a target on it
Stick it to the...
I walk, no one sees
The wind, it barely breathes
Like gossamer, it rests;
I see the air as bless'd.
The world around is bold
Yet I am...
The most obvious one, here, on her face:
From left eyebrow straight down to her jaw. It is straight. Knife.
She hates it. It marks her...