tried this once, but...

[bif_and_sarah]

I wrote this poem back in April while stranded in the middle of a desolate nowhere someplace in Kansas. At the time I wrote it, it was completely unexpected, being that I was generally preoccupied with never wanting anyone to try to touch me again, ever.

There are SOME people who really don't like poetry and some of THOSE people are basically exactly like me in just about every other respect. To those people, I would like to say that sometimes words happen in ways that we don't always expect, in forms that don't always work with the way that we are thinking. Those words, those less form-filled thoughts, are no less valuable than ones burbled out of a mind that is feeling a bit more structured at that moment.

dreaming of apples in
the fall
the smell of leaves
burning and
new clothes for the first
day of school

Questions that hang in the
air
on hooks
above our heads

i want to laugh at
you
and at
us
in our
stumbling tossing turning
awkwardness

rolling together in our
newness
and first everythings.

~Sarah

PS... this poem used to not mean much to me other than that I enjoyed the way it felt when I read it. Its lately been making me think of leeezards.