Theresa Haffner Poems

quadrille matrix database traces
non repro blue graphline
across pale green geometric grid
vibrating crystals
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On the good nights, I could almost discern three fingers on the face of the moon.

I could see a person clear across the parking lot and optimistically mistake their identity for that of my friend.
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I am an unknown
agent
the operative
with no name
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sitting in the parked car
in the parking lot outside Pioneer Market at 12: 30 A.M.
writing in my notebook on blue paper
by the dim light of the overhead streetlight
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i hate flowers

more precisely, i hate the feeling
that thinking flowers are beautiful engenders
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distant at first
the sound wavering
in the air
carried on a faint
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and who am i to tell?
and what am i to say?
and who am i to tell?
and what am i to say?
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'Who listens to classical music, anyway? '
-Bill Bored, 'Urban Contemporary.'

structural dawn, vacant skies
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down the highway
nocturnal vista
setting off the night time
in dots of red and white light
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I woke in the black of night
In the Universe Hotel, Room 203.

I didn’t know where I was
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