Tuesday, September 7, 2010


I found this poem I wrote in college on an especially feisty day and thought I'd share.


I know you know I’m here, 
But me you will ignore.
Tomorrow you’ll be clear:
It’s me you just adore.
You take your time and say,
“I’m not quite sure. Please wait.
 I must take time to pray.”
I’ll find another date. 
You want to hold my hand
and hear that I’ll be there. 
It’s this I cannot stand.
I’ll go pull out my hair. 
And then I look at him, 
So beautiful and kind.
This game is far too grim.
He’s in a different line.

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