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©1993 Chris Abraham

A love poem for Michelle

This poem is an essential read as American is broken apart by people who believe themselves to be better—superior even—than their fellow citizens, "I resist any thing better than my own diversity, / Breathe the air but leave plenty after me, / And am not stuck up, and am in my place."

I wrote this when I was sitting on a bench outside my Sophomore dorm.

I see that I wrote a lot of love poems when I was in my 20s

I love poem I wrote to a girl I dated named Liz Humphries. Where is she now? I really don't know.

Originally on Coelaboration.com

I was one romantic bastard in my 20s.

Poem published Dec 29, 2002 - 09:26 PM

In 1996, Anne Brossard and I traveled around the globe. Anne was in the last stage of freedom before attending graduate school at Columbia, and I a photographer. And I wrote this poem about the oppressive heat of Singapore, which is nothing compared to DC funk.