i am not a poet....and i know it....

[tweedyzgirl]

so, here is the poem i will be getting published in my school's literary magazine. this is not the final draft, but i figured that i'd post it anyway. essentially, this is my first entry, but prettier.

“Summit Weekend 2”

Midnight Nausea
Memories of the day climb in my throat
Empty Pumpkin Ale bottles next to Pepto Bismal
Pink peppermint sludge drowning my previous excitement

A pregnant friend hugs me tightly
Her son pressed against my stomach
Life giving and warm

A tall man in glasses remembers me
Cell phone tumbles from denim pocket to the floor
How awkward!

My evil mother, my favorite guy
First time meeting swells with potential tears
A sweet arm around shaking shoulders

Ninja liberal guitar-toting theologian
Reaches out to draw excitement from the red spot on my cheek
Forms a true flush on a silly girl’s face

Sweat soaked shirt
No beer bottles in photos with minors!
A long lost embrace, finally found

Chrome Devil and Smokey Spider
Bringing the foreigners into my imaginary world
Body glitter and black lipstick

Nothing intelligent to say
To the man in the miniskirt old enough to be my dad
Skeleton tights brush my red fishnets

One o’clock cooling
With each thought a smile percolates on my lips
Drowning the acid
German licorice and ginger bread beckon from the next room…