AUGH
why is being good
just so darn hard?
(and everytime we're together, I want to say, "I dream
only of your lips." And when we sing that duet and come
to hallelujah, I sing a little louder, as if to imprint my moan
on your memory. Listen, this is your song, the song I have sung
since we met. It is a failed fiction, a thinly disguised memoir of the first time
you chased me home and sang that song that made me think,
that boy's lips move sweeter than sound.)
*
Today, on my bicycle, I chased the bus and won. (:
*
I am a third-year poetry student who lives in the best house ever. Today, my roommates and I coordinated underwear. Last night, we danced the hokey-pokey with Christopher. I am very happy, but scattered. I was praying a few weeks ago and saw myself inside of a tornado. All around me things were twisting like mad... twisting things. Even my hair was caught up in it, but I was still. I was peaceful.
I think that is where I'm headed.
I can interact with the world, but I don't have to be swept away. (unless, of course, I choose to be.)
just so darn hard?
(and everytime we're together, I want to say, "I dream
only of your lips." And when we sing that duet and come
to hallelujah, I sing a little louder, as if to imprint my moan
on your memory. Listen, this is your song, the song I have sung
since we met. It is a failed fiction, a thinly disguised memoir of the first time
you chased me home and sang that song that made me think,
that boy's lips move sweeter than sound.)
*
Today, on my bicycle, I chased the bus and won. (:
*
I am a third-year poetry student who lives in the best house ever. Today, my roommates and I coordinated underwear. Last night, we danced the hokey-pokey with Christopher. I am very happy, but scattered. I was praying a few weeks ago and saw myself inside of a tornado. All around me things were twisting like mad... twisting things. Even my hair was caught up in it, but I was still. I was peaceful.
I think that is where I'm headed.
I can interact with the world, but I don't have to be swept away. (unless, of course, I choose to be.)