I forgot all about this pear shaped poem.
I wrote it to my boyfriend at school one day.
Looking over my books
Depth stares at me in the face so I’m
Afraid I might not get it
Clothes are real thin but I’m not a bit cold
My finger swells to accommodate
A chunky piece Of heart
squeezing
Hugging every once in a while
at the bend of a sentence, and stress of a deadline
Wearing a coat that I bought when I met you,
It’s all oddly relevant
That I see Paul Cezanne
Plate With Grapes and Peach
In the poetry section about family past and present
And oddly me and you are
Were
Always kind of connected a little.
