on Thursday, May 14, 2009

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


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


Always kind of connected a little.

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