Volume 91, Issue 84

Tuesday, March 10, 1998

Summer lovin'



I'm in my place.
The only place i can go without catching fire,
Without being stoned, biblically.
In here, I crush Sundays
And take my lunch driving.
It's a freedom you read about
But can't really know.
Like a soldier detailing combat
From a textbook perspective.
I have been to war.
my songs of experience don't come from a book,
I etch them daily, I walk them to school and back.
There is no need for narration,
I just step outside – open my eyes,
And leave my place.

–Mar Kustempler

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