anais vionet Poems

Last night, Lisa, Peter, Leeza and I were in her father's 50th floor study watching New York City. It's a corner room with glass walls from floor to ceiling. He likes to watch the city himself and has a small,5 seat sectional couch facing the view.

The left wall window looks across Hell's Kitchen to exactly where Sully Sullenberger crash landed flight 1549 in the Hudson river (it was 3: 31 pm and no one was home) . The right window overlooks Central Park and Upper Manhattan. Lincoln Center, almost dead center of the corner, looks like part of a toy train-set.
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Slang..
Chick-fil-a = the best place ever
jade = bEotch
brooke = gorgeous
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Draw a stick figure
future - diminished
and virus ransomed.
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You made me rub you
I didn't want to do it
I didn't want to do it
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Ok, I'm not paid to think (like the TV shouting heads) , I have no real voice (vote) , and certainly no credentials - but I'm as invested in America as any high-school citizen can be - I've pledged allegiance 3000 times (hhmmm.. do they doubt our loyalty?)and when it comes to loving America I'd have to say my classmates and I are at the center of the spell.

I'm afraid we're growing up in the age of hate.. the age of phony outrage where each position large or small is high noon and violence is underfoot even when policing ordinary citizens.
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Holidays go by quickly, as if they don't want to hang around. My life seems to be happening at warp speed.

Lisa and I start our two-month summer fellowships tomorrow. It's hard to believe it's actually happening. Like most things in my life, this fellowship started as an obligation to my mom - shrouded in vague, emotional shadows - to perform the impossible.
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Where'd you go boy - I've no way of knowing.
Life without you's, less fun, than as I was hoping,
if you asked me, I'd have to say I'm coping,
but there are definitely times, I feel less devoted.
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It's Sunday afternoon and several of us, Leong, Sunny, Anna, Lisa and her new BF Dave (well, he isn't ‘new, ' he's 26) and I are watching an NFL football game. The Eagles vs the Jets.

There's a platter of wings, fries, celery and dips on the low-white table for grazing and everyone's multitasking while watching the game. Leong, Lisa and I on iPads, Anna, and Dave are on laptops and Sunny has a book.
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In a breeze of timid whispers
and with wary downcast eyes
the secret world was opened
to where true depth of feeling lies.
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It was one of those gray but somehow bright-skied New England Wednesday mornings that made you sad for anyone who wasn't there. Fall freshness demanded my attention, like a hungry pet, from every open lattice-window in our stuffy common room.

As I watched, for a marvelous moment, the world was a cartoon whirly-gig. Trees, writhed, animal-like, to be free of their multicolor leaves, shedding them - like bad blind-dates. The four-color debris was immediately drafted away on gust-streams, those invisible elves, and politely scattered in corners.
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