Leapdragon 2016 - Aron Hsiao Was Here

spittle and satchel  §

There are better poems in me than the ones that I post here, but every time I try to write them, they stand up of their own accord and climb off the page, climb off the monitor, abandon me with a singular sort of disdain.

I’ve therefore more or less given up on them, since it’s painful to be left again and again by one’s own fondest creations, in which one had placed so fervent a field of hopes.

I don’t belong in this century. Obvious thing to say, I know.

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