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one minute to five, in the pre-dawn light
the city looks like a circuit board
from up here approaching from the west
trying to sleep trying not to sleep
looking for something to distract
me, glass pressed to my face.
i try to rest try to write
try to record
above houses rowed and stacked
like memory while I keep
a pointer to one byte
one allocation of address-space
where my daughter’s still asleep.
the city looks like a circuit board
from up here approaching from the west
trying to sleep trying not to sleep
looking for something to distract
me, glass pressed to my face.
i try to rest try to write
try to record
above houses rowed and stacked
like memory while I keep
a pointer to one byte
one allocation of address-space
where my daughter’s still asleep.
A poem about coming home from a Computational Linguistics conference. Contains feels.
Note - this was written when my kid tanzipan still identified as a girl; boy, girl, or none of the above - you'll always be my super-awesome kid, TZ!
Note - this was written when my kid tanzipan still identified as a girl; boy, girl, or none of the above - you'll always be my super-awesome kid, TZ!
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