a sort of fun poem

Sep 07, 2010 23:04

Selecting A Reader
First, I would have her be beautiful,
and walking carefully up on my poetry
at the loneliest moment of an afternoon,
her hair still damp at the neck
from washing it. She should be wearing
a raincoat, an old one, dirty
from not having money enough for the cleaners.
She will take out her glasses, and there
in the bookstore, she will thumb
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asakiyume September 8 2010, 03:17:02 UTC
Reading this poem while I overhear the tall one talking to you <3 It's like floating between two yous.

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littlemetaldrop September 8 2010, 15:10:38 UTC
I pictured you as the person looking at the poetry book while I was reading this.

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a_soft_world September 9 2010, 02:02:36 UTC
haha, yes, I can see myself in this scenario, saying what she says. :)

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