Dare to be naive, and naked, and true
Called today for my second first interview at the Witte (yes, second first, and not second), this time for the Program Presenter, and it is now set for tuesday. It being my only allowed excuse for a distraction since the writing stopped around mid-afternoon.
I have sat in the reading chair and upon the cement porch outside the house letting Kilcher's poetry fill my mind, reminding me once more why she was the key to my hearts' heart for so many years. I break to laugh and stare and dream and nod and hum. To caress the rise of my breasts, framed in pink, grown hot in the direct sun and possibly complaining that they might burn in this light.
I hear the soft laughter of the child who first who first picked up the pen as she stares circumspect at one who doesn't speak. And I feel a joy uncommon...and a longing to be in the car listening to her words filling my ears and my heart the way her words have filled my veins.
I will press on in poetry, though tonight I turn toward other gaiety out with dear friends. But I leave you with a request, if you have favorite authors or chap books you think I should read on my descent, or even just specific poems, please leave your loves with me that I might learn to know their faces and finger tips.
I have sat in the reading chair and upon the cement porch outside the house letting Kilcher's poetry fill my mind, reminding me once more why she was the key to my hearts' heart for so many years. I break to laugh and stare and dream and nod and hum. To caress the rise of my breasts, framed in pink, grown hot in the direct sun and possibly complaining that they might burn in this light.
I hear the soft laughter of the child who first who first picked up the pen as she stares circumspect at one who doesn't speak. And I feel a joy uncommon...and a longing to be in the car listening to her words filling my ears and my heart the way her words have filled my veins.
I will press on in poetry, though tonight I turn toward other gaiety out with dear friends. But I leave you with a request, if you have favorite authors or chap books you think I should read on my descent, or even just specific poems, please leave your loves with me that I might learn to know their faces and finger tips.