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Gamelan Music
—for Phuoc-Tan & Diana
“I write for myself—
and strangers”
—Gertrude Stein
i write for myself—and strangers
but mostly—for myself
i wouldn’t be writing—this way tho
if it weren’t—for strangers
especially a stranger—who said
there’s somebody—i want you to meet
so i write now—for two strangers
and myself—i write for her
even tho—we don’t talk anymore
i write for him—we talk a lot
without her—there wouldn’t be him
i write for him now—not her
funny how strangers—come & go
i write for myself—and them
—for Phuoc-Tan & Diana
“I write for myself—
and strangers”
—Gertrude Stein
i write for myself—and strangers
but mostly—for myself
i wouldn’t be writing—this way tho
if it weren’t—for strangers
especially a stranger—who said
there’s somebody—i want you to meet
so i write now—for two strangers
and myself—i write for her
even tho—we don’t talk anymore
i write for him—we talk a lot
without her—there wouldn’t be him
i write for him now—not her
funny how strangers—come & go
i write for myself—and them
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