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One poet's worth a thousand scientists is an ongoing curatorial project by Lucas Regazzi of Toronto, Canada. You can keep track of the collection via Tumblr, Facebook, or subscribe via RSS. You can find out more about me here, or follow my instagram to see my diary photographs. I also run a small contemporary gallery out of donated spaces that you can check out here.
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It feels weird
Writing you out like a distant idea.
Understanding that my words have made you a memory,
kind of like the mulberry tree that I used to pick from
or a girl called Laura from my childhood, who is admittedly my
first love.

You are the second love that I’ve felt the need
to make a memory. You are, however, the first I’ve felt
like my words are a courtesy, or my thoughts are excessive.
Instead of a splinter, I thought a forest of you.
You were a mosquito bite
treated
like a storm of locusts.

You have not made me
bleed as much as this poem wants me on a hospital bed.
I am not here, wishing for Winter
or pleading for a handshake. I am only
sad that all you’ve done is made me in between.

I am a crack in the sidewalk, I am a mattress cover, I am
holding a plane ticket, I am dissonance.

I may be torn.

But I am not drowning, I am not
breathing,
my soul is soggy like a wet napkin after
a cup of coffee has fallen
in love
with the floor.

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I am dissonance, Lucas Regazzi
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