O poezie mai veche, scrisa la terminarea liceului, pe vremea cand cartierul Micro 14 din Buzau era doar o zona in care te temeai de tigani, si nu un loc unde se ingroapa oameni alesi.

Most stare in the mirror
in the morning
wishing
they could turn back time a bit
playing again frisbee a bit
laughing a bit
at their virgin selves

anyway
I know this
because I miss
my 2nd grade teacher