1It’s fucking odd to know you’re also justanother person. Makes sense, I guess.You too drink cold Milo and spill coffee on whites. You too write bad poemsand read better ones. You too sing off-keyin the shower and totter off-kilter after three glasses of wine. You toowalk beside me, glancing upinto sun-glittered tree, squinting to see … Continue reading Rae White, Bad poems / Κακά ποιήματα