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Apr 25, 2005


Air Jordan

My coat and I live comfortably togther. It has assumed all my wrinkles, does not hurt me anywhere, has moulded itself on my deformities, and is complacent to all my movements, and I only feel its presence because it keeps me warm. Old coats and old friends are the same thing. Do you agree?

Kasey Martin

Not really sure what to say, but I feel like I should say something. I really like this poem, the words are great (actually make me think of a book I just read by Sue Monk Kidd, as far as the imagery goes) and I like the visual perspective you add to your poems. It's too bad you're not going to be here to give us a reading, I'm assuming that based on your being an Orlando student.

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