one of her less depressing poems

[ivy_chan]

By the first of August
the invisible beetles began
to snore and the grass was
as tough as hemp and was
no color-no more than
the sand was a color and
we had worn our bare feet
bare since the twentieth
of June and there were times
we forgot to wind up your
alarm clock and some

Comments

[aerodactylus]

Oh hey, I know her! We read 'In Celebration of My Uterus' in my creative writing class, and concluded that if you were a guy you had no business reading that poem.

Also, the one you posted is cute and awesome.

[ivy_chan]

Why do you think you have no business reading the poem if you're a guy?

[aerodactylus]

Well, maybe not just reading it, but commenting on certainly. We all just had nothing worthwhile to add to any discussion on the topics presented in the poem.

[ivy_chan]

Ah, okay. I can understand that. I think it's very worthwhile for men to read about women and women's issues, but discussion has the possibility to get problematic, as you say. <8)