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1985年生,宜蘭人。紅樓詩社出身,臺灣大學新聞研究所碩士。現於資本市場討生活,頭不頂天,腳不著地,所以寫字。曾獲文學獎若干。著有現代詩集《青春期》,《嬰兒宇宙》,《偽博物誌》,《我只能死一次而已,像那天》;散文集《樂園輿圖》、《棄子圍城》、《天黑的日子你是爐火》。作品曾選入年度散文選、年度臺灣詩選、《七年級新詩金典》、《港澳台八十後詩人選集》等選本。Contact email:

Feb 1, 2009


he picked you up at one night
while you're working on the streets. you're
in need, hooked on smack. you hussled and
you scored. "That's all I do" you said,
you said to him, "Ten bucks for head and
fifteen for half-and-half". you said calmly
there's three hits a day sometime. but sometimes
not. he looked into your eyes he said, "then
you'll need 7 tricks a day" not knowing sometimes
you're lucky. you told him
once a guy gave you like a bill-and-half
just to eat you. "thats the only time
i came" you said.

at that time you knew he wanted to save
you. but who cares, you asked. he just determined
to sell his colour tv, that used to keep you
off the streets whole day. he hocked his
typewriter. then the shotgun. the watch. you looked
a week later he said, "listen im a little short"
you looked calmly you said, "no scratch,
no snatch" how cruel these words could be.
he said it is better to give. you said
you said

"beat off creep"

One night they spotted him on the street in the
skibbies trying to sell his shoes. he told them
who he is, but they nailed him. showing
how cruel this world can be. Then you happened by
you said, "Christ you look fucked" the you happened
away saying "hang tough" you laughed. he didn't
say a word

he just thought, just thought
what a bum rap for a nice and sensitive guy
like him

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