After the Veronica Mars about the bus dreams, I totally had a bus dream...and I told off some girl teasing this other girl because she smelled bad. I was all, I know about perfume, I will help this girl, but YOU leave her the hell alone, understand? Hah.
Introduction To Poetry
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to water-ski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.