Tao Lin’s poem “today is tuesday; email me on saturday”

I wasn’t sure if Tao Lin’s poem “today is tuesday; email me on saturday” was part of his “Eleven Page Poem,” but I would assume not since the addition of this page would make it a twelve page poem. Overall, this poem brought different parallels to mind. For example, the line, “i want to hold my face with your face” reminded me of a song by The Killers. There’s a line in the song, Bones, that goes, “ Don't you wanna feel my bones on your bones?” The idea of reducing desire to our skeletal features is chilling and I think Lin touches upon the same aspect, although I think The Killer’s line is stronger.

Another line that stuck with me is, “i miss you, and this describes life.” If life is all about relationships with other people and with ourselves, isn’t it fair to say that the sensation of missing, which involves thinking and reflecting, is what life is? And everything else is trying to forget about or replace what you’re missing? (Which essentially, in effect, proves the theory that life is all about missing.)