It's rainy and gross in Ottawa. I got together with some people from my Poli Sci class and we watched Ghosts of Rwanda. It was upsetting, as you can well imagine. Anyway, I wrote a few haikus:

I wonder about
That poor commander, Dallaire.
How does he sleep now?
Here there are strangers.
I am the only person
Who doesn't know them.
Spare hair, on my book,
How will I know who's you are?
Maybe the colour.
You are in my chest,
Hacking and scraping away.
Can't I just study?

Now I need to go scrounge up some grub and study a bit more. Then I need to go grocery shopping and do laundry.

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