I might do this today, among many other things (coffee, salmon).

This just in: a swell poem by my friend Damian Fallon, who just happens to have written about my favorite subject (no, not marzipan, Donald Antrim, or the still-nonexistent Hipster Express, which would run 24/7 from Bedford to Smith to 7th Ave. to Long Island City to Dumbo to Astoria to [fill in the blanks], not necessarily in that order; DJ changes nightly).

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Merely a line,
a clip of an hypotenuse,
a snippet of the horizon.
A fallen l,
a tired I,
dash, emdash—
for being the width of m;
a symbol to indicate a break
in thought or sentence structure.
Or used to mark
absence, what is there
when something is not
there, as in "G—dammit,"
implying that God is there
when God isn't there at all.
Or to symbolize time passing,
to stand in for your life,
the year of your birth holding
it out like a plank.
How it waits for you,
offering its hand,
knowing
it will be complete—